I know begging
Is not good
I must give
Giving makes me
Better and better.
Am I sure? if yes,
Why am I not
Giving anything so easily?
Something is binding me
And I am tolerating.
Whether it is love
Or attachment that is separate
Truth is I am not willing to give
And suffering is here
Not going away from me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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