this body is like a
newly bought machine
there is so much to learn
about how to use it
it takes a whole life
and how not to use it
it takes so many mistakes
just to find a cure for flu
the only difference
with this body is we have
to live with it whether
we like it or not
and while we can write
the script for the body to live by
it will determine where the
full stop would have to be
each day we tread the
ladder of mysteries
cast by the body
a soul seaching
a path between
darkness and light
in between
the sun and moon
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem