Would you believe
If I say I am a disease
And long ago I killed the sense which
Used to tell you that you are alive?
Though still you walk and do the chores of life
But you do not know that in reality
You are dead!
A sense works against a sense
Once I suffered from that disease
Now in me I taste death
While I remain alive!
Or play like a living
While I went dead!
I would not believe you are a disease, maybe a virus but a very nice one. good read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the persona of the poem is itself a disease... so many people of the world suffer from this disese and they feel and taste something like death while they are living!