W ipes out
L and of fantasy
I n a far distant maze
G od is busy in painting
H er colours of tears and raptures
T hen twinge twists in pinch of reality
Truth wipes away the infertile land of fantasy!
Twilight creeps in
Crimson dreams yearn in the sky
One last quest of salvation
Like birds returning to nest!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem