I am arguing strongly over the pleasure,
This innate pain dissolves into the stomach
When your food has been consumed diligently.
The arguments are rarer when stories are told,
Food is an event of the mind and body,
Food remains tough as we grow old.
These worlds collide in measures and conditions,
The geometry of this life fades
And transgresses, due to the dungeon
Of warfare that happens on the mind
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem