If I live on a pebble in the sky,
Then why should I bother asking why.
Why the sky is not always blue.
Why people are not always true.
If His home is in my doubting heart,
Then why should I worry if we part.
Why should I try blindly to be good.
Why should I work to upgrade my mood.
If strangers feel they know my type,
Then why bother trying to change the hype.
Why convince them I am not the others.
Why appeal that we all have mothers.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem