Tired with this life on the Earth,
I am Eager to see what the other planets,
Except the Moon and the Mars, offer for;
There is a hearsay that after death the souls
Will go to the stars in the other galaxies,
Neither in the Heaven nor in the Hell, for that matter;
I asked my soul: "Why don't you think that way
If there is a Pooram star available there? "
It immediately replied: "Such stars cannot be observed
Through the telescopic lens by the astronomers,
They can be seen only through the horoscopic lens,
And that too only by the astrologers"
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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