All head are one
Either big or small
Both the wretched man on the street
And the one smoking fish
Both the man using foot
And the one dressed on suit
All head are one
Either smart or dull
Both the wealthy man in the lodge
And the one working in the morgue
Both the beauty and the beast
And the ugly and elite
One can only be seen to be daft
When he gives learning a gap
When once our thinking is genuine
We would always get to our reach
What differs in head is our mindset and plan
Most times its not really where we stand
Not reaching the end isn't that bad
Its about getting a desirable result.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent, insightful poem.