keen nostrils catch
a strong burning smell;
burning at the bottom
deep inside the corporeal jail!
what penance can put to sleep
the two-minds` trauma in cozy grip?
the deadly duel between bread and quill
lives on peace at their craziest thrill!
even the panacea will fail to cure
such a finicky malady and the victim poor!
what a god-gifted enigma!
the dented spirits cringe at the stigma!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem