Birth is singular.
In one birth, experience teaches several times,
so we are born and reborn...
but after demise the machine stops forever!
My dad opines,
'Scriptures try to chain your wildness my son
to rescue the society,
so they created rebirth, heaven and hell'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Experience truly teach us a lot. Beautiful poem