(May) the dead body of agony remain asleep resting its head on a pillow of flowers. - Suman Pokhrel

The walls are releasing heat , as if they are angry with each other. The room has been insaned by the heat. The bed is inflamed as if it were an oven. The bed sheet is soaked with sweat, and about to run away getting stuck to the man.

Neither my deeds contain any essence
nor, my gestures have sense of zeal,
my days are creeping forth for nothingness;
with this body deficient of heart and soul
O' Glorious! O' Lord Almighty !
how can I come close to you?

A good poem cannot be written with one's mind on the earth. Though one has to write poems about the earth and existence, one cannot write poems while staying grounded. To write an outstanding poem, a flight to the heights of transcendence is needed. However, a person cannot always remain in that elevated state. When one descends, they touch the earth and write ordinary stuff.