Come to me and see
I am yet to get some rice.
I am home-less
Till today
my roof is this sky.
And I am happy, see
with these birds
and clouds.
I feel no want
I am not restless
and I have nothing
to say to anybody.
Let me go on my own way
I have no other option today.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks a lot. Nicely presented feelings of poverty. Nicely penned.