The other day, while teaching,
Suddenly took a pause to reflect.
‘Fetus in the womb, seldom suffers from hypoxia,
Although carrying mother is hypoxic'.
The same fetus grows and matures
To become... child…… adult…..old man.
Throughout …………womb to tomb;
Accumulates……….to make sure,
He should never suffer any shortfalls,
Though anyone may and at any cost.
Selfishness, wired in human genes!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Live a journey..a constant battle between good and evil...eventually we seek truth and purity, for inner peace and happiness. A good 10.