Sleep Poem by Shelvakumari Thachayil

Night is sleeping
Charmed by the door
The shadow drooped in the day
In the flowering bed
The window of the jungle is crossing
It's a rhythmic song I've heard somewhere
In the memory of the first day
The rainstorm is looking for a fog in the dark
Sleeping in sleep
The dream came true
At the end of the trunk
I went to another lake
I will go on a day that I do not see yet
There I am singing melodious cymbals in the flowering flask
What are we waiting for?