A man at the age of seventy five
had walked with his ego.
He talked about his atomphered
He had told about everything
Which had in his cerebellum.
He had questions and doubted
but those was his test.
He grin at a small time but never
He had never told a personal story.
He might be a person or not.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem