Two friends meet after a decade or so-
one is lying on bed due to malignancy
and the other is having a stethoscope...
Destiny laughs at, 'See the fate of two room mates'.
Time and space cry, 'Illness and recovery are
a part and parcel of life and living.
Illness engulfs the loser,
while the victor recovers from all illness-
this is the theory of human co-existence:
there's nothing to worry, always be sporty'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Oxymoron of life no one can forget indeed!