Can't eat steel or iron.
Can't eat a football.
Only can eat food.
And can't play or go to the gym in full stomach.
Rigorous swimming opens up the third mind.
From where a stick and a ball comes out.
Hockey. And baseball.
The machine of progress of going places, of adventure is full on. New discovery of computer and cell phone.
The mood goes up and down and up and down.
Some of the ladder escalates.
Time still ticks at the same pace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem