When appetite is there,
People learn to be fair,
When appetite is gone,
People act as machines,
Doing repetitive works,
Stuff their hungry stomach.
When hunger rules the mind,
The mind is kept alert to sprint,
When satisfaction is tasted,
The mind becomes lazy and dormant,
As long as the hearts search,
They always taste the life better.
Once the basic needs are fulfilled,
What else this body needs to be alive?
When the body is quiet and calm,
The desires are contained in the capsule,
The capsule society procreates the zombies,
They know nothing about will and wishes.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very philosophical and womderful. You seem to be a good student of Maslow. Man's needs are the propellers of the engine of his desires. Good poem, I like it