There are many things in the world which remained
till mysteries in spite of scientific advancement.
But these are the few things I am longing to know
Of how the bones are growing in the womb of a pregnant;
Of snake’s movement on rocks;
Of lad’s movement with a girl;
Of bird’s movement in the sky;
Of ghee’s particulars in a gourd;
Of the hidden money in Swizz banks;
Of the black money of a politician;
Of the lust of a prostitute;
Of justice in the courts of law;
Of the hungry of a poor man;
Of the hopes of a poor peasant;
Of the dreams of unemployed;
Of the depth of a pacific ocean;
Of the boundaries of the sea;
Of the love of mother;
Of the life before birth;
Of the life after death.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem