Love me,
If you want to love,
But love not this body.
Purity of body is in doubt,
Within your body, my dear,
Find urine, perspiration,
Phlegm, and spit,
Your flesh, bones and
Marrow are also impure.
This body is a factory
That produce filth.
Rise above the body, my dear,
And observe purity
To achieve eternity.
Love the brutal honesty of this poem! Those last two lines are truly what love should be about. Well done Gajanan!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem indeed. Thank u gajanan