On the road do I walk,
chit-chat, chit-chat do I hear people talk,
carefully when I listen,
of me do they mock.
when I come to them, their doors do they lock,
but, I show them love
sometimes never returned after they take
and some may return through other ways.
but still my heart remains a hole,
but all I know its beautiful like a holy soul.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem