While in journeys
Some where in ways
There I meets some one
Who resembles vagabond
Mistaken identities branded
In fact a perfect thinking individual
Who are not take it serious
To comb his hair and dress well
Only a thirst of knowledge
When in talks the idea clear
Not in looks we can identify
The better ones, bad ones
Humans there are possibilities
Without barrier of place and domiciles.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem