Life depends on what the world has to offer.
The world is a platform full of things.
We want as much meat as possible but try to be a saint.
Our feeling mostly depends on things or people we encounter.
Today, internet is available, maybe we sit more with computers.
Those days when there's none we had rustic games.
Today we walk around with personal phones and surf the net as much as we want, by a click.
Everyone has a phone as well as a toothbrush.
Life is about indulging.
It depends on our options.
How we want to live is our own choice.
We carry phones to hospital beds.
Some prefers to be more sober, with life.
Btw, you can always push away things by saying 'tomorrow'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem