Barefooted and
Unpolished all here.
Eyes, half-closed also.
They are knowingly deaf,
Fruitless to tell anything
Before them at this time.
They are not ready to take
Even their breaths in full.
Tell not anything and
Be not a fool.
But life is so true,
I must tell the truth.
I want to take them
To the earth and to give them
The very fruits.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Gajanan, such a good poem👍👍👍