This poem won the best poem of the year in 1999 by the Library of Congress…
When I lie down in the bed of dream,
I hear the melancholy, yet mellow tone of a bell.
The dawning day in my heart gleams.
The sound of awakening children knell.
They slowly and solely sing my sorrow.
A music, not, but harmonious verses of sad eyes.
Should my fire of life lasts till tomorrow,
I worship that fire which in my heart lies.
At night when skies lit by stars;
And I listen intensely to hear-
The war of planets which has left scars.
The fading music in my ears is so dear!
Years of tension have come, years of stone had gone.
And strangely for those years I long.
And lying on the bed of dream, I have none;
Neither tension, nor stone, what have I done wrong? …
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