If a driver, so called life, - who drives the body alias cart
which is loaded with the so called goods with lots of desire -
By fixing the juncture of the joints with each other,
Connecting the muscles and tendons with bones,
by tying all the places, everywhere, securely with nerves
- reduces the sufficiently enough food for the body,
The driver alias life shall let the driving off
and leaves the body!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Truly, food is the fuel of our body as current to electronic device and petrol to vehicles
Hi Abdul Razak, Thanks for your comments.