So many walking legs
Wandering here and there
Without any destination.
Looks like they haven't got brain
Who are they to think.
Their identities are, yet not proven
Their features are hidden.
They are born to measure road
Without any tape to measure.
Creeping worms observed them
And proclaimed they are superior to them.
Composed by Tulsi Shrestha
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem