I am not a hermit
But free from the sin
I live in the sticky mud
But it never touches my skin.
I have a sweet family
They all sing and dance
I love each member
But keep a fine distance.
We all are co-passengers
In a moving train
One comes, one goes
It can't be refrained.
I will get down at a station
They will be on board
I will remain connected
Through the invisible chord.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We all are co-passengers In a moving train One comes, one goes It can't be refrained. That is a cycle of life, nicely painted by you.