It is shame.
What is good living
That I know stuttering
And you said O orbited Star
Losing losing I win.
My game is not under my control
And there is my fate also.
Said not further
I am not there or here.
And I have not undergone
All lessons of various scriptures.
That is my life and You
Are here as a silent watcher.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem