For whom I am here?
For whom I am writing?
For whom I am thinking?
All these are to be discovered
That are within me.
I know I am not here for
The dumb, the deaf
And the cruel.
And I am not supposed to
Write anything for them.
I stand here on my own foot,
I recite my own poems for me,
I move here and there only
To see the sky that is in me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem