on that night the hands and feet
disagree and both move in different directions.
it is so illogical and not synchronized,
just like the fingers of the brain and the
the eyes of the heart, both too preoccupy
themselves with extremely different matters.
the soul is silent just the same but
the body had always been as restless as usual.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
" the soul is silent just the same but the body had always been as restless as usual." This poem is very amazing and brilliantly penned. This is really interesting one.