Don’t speak of soul
When my stomach is empty
Though it looked rusty
By then
All I know is
I want to drink for my thirst
And eat for my hunger
Because I’m still a living being
And I need to live to sing for the soul.
A lot of people talk about the beauty of the moon but forget about the marks on it.. Or, more aptly perhaps, people forget that moon is mainly a satellite of earth that gives it light from evening to night.. Reality, how harsh it maybe, should be accepted and not romanticised.. A very fine poem with an important message.. Thanks for sharing Bakuli...
Ya, I agree with yo. What you said is absolutely correct! Thanks for reading...I hope you'll keep reading and commenting, correcting me....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes! Life and food; to eat and to grow; satisfying your muse with the joy of your heart.