One who kills
is called killer,
You said my dear.
Let me be cleared,
When there is
no death at all,
the question of
killing is baseless.
No death and no birth
Everybody and everything
is always there,
No agitation and no
perturbation, no joy
and no anger and it is fair.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
thanks Gaji. I'm thinking about this.