To The Readers Who Are Sleeping Now

My imagination rode on
the wings of poesy–
My singing heart joined
it with songs cozy….
The sun on your part,
is brighter now-
Do you know, the poet
awaits you, stranger though,
but feels an urge,
to make you all to gain,
his creation, which came
from love, from hate, from pain?
Who am I without you all?
If my mind weeps and aches,
who will care to give it
balmy rest if it breaks?
In the dark part of earth,
I’m writing poem with
strain and pain, with hope,
rising you welcome this wreath!