if we are not greedy,
we cannot sip the nectar
to the brim,
which will only make us
detached
for final destination.
but ritty...what ever will measure or tell when its done....is it inbuilt...inherent to the homosapiens....shall we delve the scriptures....will it be braodcast on a loudspeaker at a million mad concert....conundrums...questions got me going wild there fantastic write and ten cheers
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice thought but contradictory in itself!