“My dreams, my moon”
My dreams, my moon,
The rest is after that,
Sea of my hypothesis,
My life is the makeup of the path.
The tireless work of my life,
Everyone is oozing from the nayans,
People are made unaware here,
I have life in Straits.
My things to myself,
Brings a little comfort,
I fall asleep forgetting everything,
There is even a slight pain.।
From rain (a poetry collection) / Rakesh Chaurasiya
