the man who thinks
Tears are merely drops of water
Ooze from eyes and cries are nothing but sounds
Produced in mouth, I fear and doubt
His heart is a pea nut flesh moulded in round
Life is an art
Poetry is art of all arts
The man who does not understand this
Useless to argue with him he is blunt.
To him love is sex
And all moralities are lies
He defines everything according to his lust
He leads a life but at heart he is a ferocious beast.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Interesting write here..a heart which donot feels, living life of a zombie. Thanks.