Feeling sleepy,
Not so happy,
Since all those sad thoughts,
Are tied in the mind’s sky like knots.
Circumstances don’t let me sleep,
But my mind does take a trip,
Into the empire of thoughts,
With positivity and negativity of course.
To its dome sleep endeavours to take me,
To turn me into its slave eventually.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem