With the start
Night proves to be dark
In real essence
Making me tense
What bring in when I rest?
Why do I fear acid test?
Even if I have committed an error
Why should it create terror?
No when it is calm and peace?
The mind is not at ease
It ventures into another land
To make you live with sleepless trend
Dark night shows its color
Spreads dragnet and orders
To take you under grip of fear
You are left to suffer and bear
Night seems to be long
When you have done something wrong
You can not sell it for song
Right has to replace wrong
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice Julie La Rue1 minute ago A Very nice poem you write really well keep the good job