Dried red chilli,
in the mouth;
Angelic fire,
on the tongue;
Nascent fountain,
in the eyes;
Virgin river,
through the nose;
Mellow vapor,
in the ears;
Cozy zephyr,
through the throat;
Dancing earthquake,
in the gut;
Golden cucumbers,
out they flow!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is really funny...pradeep...guntur chillies they must have been! ! ! ! ...love...nalini