With the burning of cells
we burn our desire.
Lust gets lost.
If it remains
as undercurrent
it decays the body
more and more,
to turn us to
a living corpse.
The truth of life is very evident here. I loved this poem. Thanks.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice poem - With the burning of cells we burn our desire.Lust gets lost. If it remains thank you Neela