Can we digest?
We eat daily, something or the other.
Hard or delicate, small or bigger.
It can be delicious or not.
It can be cold or hot.
We like it or dislike.
But we have to feed to make us alive.
Everything we eat, we digest.
But are there men?
Who can digest money,
Who can digest power,
Who can digest praise,
Who can digest the proud of beauty.
We can count on fingers, the men with such digestive stomach.
If we digest all these we will never fall ill.