Lights are off, pistons are resting
The Discotheque has stopped,
One in two had been done or waiting for tomorrow
My mind journeys, to space and time of acts
To friends and adversaries, my soul seeks God
My eyes, are heavy, I pull a pillow
I see your eyes, painted is a star of hope
I drift to Slumber land, peacefully.
Your poem is visionary and I liked what you had to say here. Very Nice.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
absolutely spectacular i was feeling bewitched when i was reading it and i am still am feeling when i finished it loved it thanks for sharing payal