When i was a child
during the days of hostel,
away from my mother, father and siblings all.
Then every first day after the vacation
leaving home and sleeping in bed alone
all my thoughts were focussed on an idea
what if i would have a power
to move places in the blink of an eye.
Then by night i would rush home
to sleep beside my mother
and in morning i would come back
to proceed my routine further.
With time i realised,
never ever such power would i get,
i will have to live by the separation,
withholding all the emotions that i had.
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