We use the tongue
To push the food down the throat
With the aid of teeth
The insult remains
Hanging on the shame bloating ego
For the undigested food
The bitter pills are taken
For the better of the health to pull the cart
With the aid of water
Thanks to the soul
To remain untouched and pure
Keeping the body away
Body and soul! Facing the ways of life. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Actually this poem is food for the soul....as it speaks of the purity of Atman....10++++