I am,
The most marginalized
The most obscure
Though I am the king
Of my heart pure
Live in a place
Poor of the poorest
What will you do,
With my photo and face?
I my self dislike most
I have a life most deprived
Though I am the king
Of my mind diamond
What will you do,
With my thoughts and ideas
My self I have no clue
I am the most cornered
Though I write poetry
People do not care
As I have low birth
And Cursed destiny!
I am most neglected
Though I have a soul
As pure as rose
No one cares to love
As I have no fortune
And a good physique
Every one hates to give a look
What a life! WHAT a bad luck!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem