The five spirits
I have the eyes
yet I can't see me
the physical blindness- my spiritual darkness
I have the ears
yet I can't hear me
the cry from within- the freedom of identity
I have the nose
yet I can't smell me
the body eaten by lust- poverty of holiness
I have the tongue
yet I can't taste sweetness in life
the fate bitterly nailed me- dying everyday
I have the hands
yet can't lift a finger to help me
the fatal death- like a living dead
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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