One day I will die; be it.
Till that time let me live.
One day my name will fall; be it.
Till that time let it rule.
Footfalls post death die. Be it.
Let it lie sometime.
Don’t I go for tasty food,
Whose taste ends with the tongue
23.07.2015
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem