Gloomy night; only breaking stone-like silence
The owl screeching..
I woke up.
Some one knocking at my door.
Who can be? Who can be?
Pus-like moonlight oozing outside
Slightly opening a leaf of the door peeped at
curiously.
Oh! incredible !
High and dry my snow-white skeleton waiting....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem