What is your religion?
I am the poem. There was a big
laugh. It was a question of only heart.
Again loneliness. I
search a good sentence to become
my long friend. Clearly it is my fault.
What is dharma of
dust. One day it will make you ash.
Ultimately it mixes with earth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem