Are my legs on my head?
Are my hands in my tongue?
If not, why are you telling
So many things at a time.
Why are you not observing
The things as they are!
You know, I use spectacles,
And I have my own mirror.
Just glance at me, my dear,
How I am spending my time,
Now-a-days with my own poems
That are trying to fly
Leaving me here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Only a yoga expert can do so! Nice poem to read!