Ten men,
There are ten men, here.
Permit me to name-
Auditory, taste, tactile,
Sight, smell, speak,
Work, travel,
Generate and evacuate.
And with all, I am living.
At times, I failed to
Control them.
They sabotage me often.
But I am opened.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The five senses and five hobbies fused together into a dazzling whole.