Let me not feel the coldness of the grave
To know how beautiful life is.
Let me not lie sickly on cold antiseptic wards
To know how lucky a healthy body is.
Let me not feel dark hue of blindness
To know how awesome the world scenery is.
And let me not wear the filthy rag of lack
To know how fulfilling contentment is.
A very optimistic thought with essence full of liveliness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very thoughtful poem