a hungry and thirsty soul
how can a body then look so beautiful?
how can you satisfy a hungry and thirsty soul?
how can it die? the body asks
how can a soul so beautiful and forgiving be
in such a dirty, emaciated and bleeding body?
how can this body conceal such a hungry and thirsty soul?
look into the pool of my soul, and find if your light
can penetrate therein without bending
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks, I like this poem. I invite your goodself to kindly read my poem and comment. Yours, Gajanan Mishra