I built a great tent in my wonderful dream,
I hoped that I would be safe and secure there,
So I was extremely pleased,
But I was wrong,
As it did not last long.
In my ominous vision I saw the dark devils came
With relentless anger and power with sharp weapons in their hands,
They demolished my wonderful poetic tent,
I tried my best to convince them about the beauty and glory of it,
But they did not listen,
Poetry was absolutely meaningless in their eyes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It's sad in society being jelious of others growth, But we are in situation to face all this kind of jelious, Anyway thank you poet.