Three Poems
Three Poems


-Disease-
Adolescent youth to my heart
was a gift from God
There was a lot of beauty
This body is the soul of the chariot
Strong as a lion
The moment God turns away
Know the disease.
-Beggar-
By earning while young
I was Kuber
It is easy to win someone's heart
Chokuli
wanted
The stomach was hanging
Because of the sudden reversal of time
Became a beggar.
-Poison and Nectar-
This body is like the mouth of a chariot
Fall poison and nectar
Sometimes caught and sometimes hired
Hobaru fell to the ground
Someone follow me
Not adapting to the situation
The roads are steep.
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