Here in this dream state life is not real,
Crossing over while deep in sleep.
Every one here when reading of this has at one point
In their life has once said,
I would not come again to repeat this life again
Because,
My next life could be worse than the one I live now.
This container that is me with a soul, embodied again
Crossing over to where you know not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem