who not knows
life begins with whispering of bloods
blood cells jingle and mingle jump and play
embrace each other whole night and day
they talk and smile and grow
up the lane and down the lane they like to go
but the lady whispers with wind of hunger and she
deals with darkness and dirty
I know not who is she but the other guy is poverty.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem