I have nothing to give,
I have no way to go out,
I have nothing to do,
Still I am here how
That I am not able to know.
I know not who is
And what is mine.
I know not how to
Address others here.
Still I am here
And I wonder
And I lost
My temper,
I know not
Its good or
Bad impacts
On me or
On others.
I feel nothing
And yet I am here.
The thing is
I am not here
For me
Or for others.
Still I am here,
The wish of nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A search of logic behind our existence.