It is I who is disturbing always with it.
Fire can burn me and I be cure by medicines
But it is I that burns me and whole life I am suffering.
Rainbow I saw in the east But I said I am more colorful
This I is killing me always everywhere and with it life is painful.
I try to kill I but failed
O my dear please give love so as to enable me to excuse all.
And with this I will go away from me
And see and feel the truth and live in peace that is without I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
this is your wonderful poem..i could not but 'me' loves it..ha ha ha..seriously like it..