I am an untouchable,
Touch me, not to scribble,
Touch me not, to dribble,
The truth is always bitter,
Touch me not dear,
All these mess in front of our eyes,
We are very comfortable,
To live with the discomfort,
All my degrees with distinction,
From the reputable institutions are fake,
As I have no guts to keep my backbone stiff,
I have bent too low to touch the feet,
Of the comfort, my God, I am an evil,
Not empathetic towards all my siblings,
Who scavenge on the streets of neighbors,
A few may wear the ties and hold the scalpel,
I have failed in this birth not loving my mother,
A second of weakness was well abused,
When I think that I am all alone in this world,
Suddenly I see many think the same way that I do,
We are untouchable, once we speak the truth,
The friends pretend to not to know us,
For the fear of being reprimanded left and right,
We are untouchables in our own mother land.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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