These days I am another solitary no not a reaper
I am a solitary soul
Life for me is yes an empty bowl
I do have a goal
At times am steadfast and then I mete and dole
I always wanted to be firm not a creeper
I pay for it with my solitary existence
Once me Ma and Baba filled the house with our chaos
Now the two are rest and me unrest
With my solitary existence
God is testing my perseverance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
true indeed is the life of a lonely soul without parents