tale of sufferings
it is called spiritualiTy..
'suppressing yourself... why so much fuss about all of us?
we all are doing so...
me not an exception...either much or less
suppose, is there any assurance of future?
Do i want to pass the layers of life?
Then why there is good and bad?
why not all are equal?
have corrected myself?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem