Love, who says I am not taking a big risk!
Honey in one cup and poison the other,
In my present state of heart and mind,
Drink me them both till the cups are empty,
and I will not be able to tell either,
taste them all now the same to me,
Rejuvenate or kill,
it does not matter anymore to me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oh, no. one should never reach a saturation point (depression) , where honey and poison tastes the same. Distinguish and enjoy the honey to live....., while reject the poison.......to live again.