Some ten centimeters in radius
around the belly button
at the centre,
no definitive size,
highly variable in gluttons.
Some pot-bellied,
some swollen balls,
some bulged cones,
some up and down
when the bearer dances,
result of unregulated feed
putting in a to z without need.
Thanks to God,
not given any bone,
on either sides and
in front of man.
People think it a trivial one,
brain, heart and lungs are vital organs.
It is the centre of
all our actions,
stoves burn,
pangs of hunger
needs satisfaction.
A total shut down,
no food and water
to all organs,
results in loss of
function
and desolation.
O snatchers, bribe takers,
tax evaders, embezzlers,
your tummies would
never be filled,
you are white collar burglars.
Honest earning,
truthful thinking,
intelligent spending,
regular saving
is a life worth living,
keeps you always satisfied.
If tummy were not there
many of those misdeeds
might have disappeared.
Very perceptive and incisive write so cleverly woven and expressed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The two last stanzas came as a surprise. Lines crafted with wit. Top Marks! !