the sickness of the body
confesses upon you that you have
done something
wrong to it,
and it won't tell you
in straight language of
silver
it speaks in pain
and you will feel it
and you
shall try hard to figure
out
what is it
you ask for the cure?
the body too has its own
pride
it won't reveal
it has secrets of its own
that it will bring
even to its
grave....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the body heals itself if left alone to do so. our body is th great healer. nice write