As I look across the meadow
I noticed one grass is yellow
I wondered why it must be so
When the rest are void of yellow.
Suddenly a voice startled me
In abrupt noise it shouted out loud
“Your imperfection leaves not you a second
You see me and wondered why I am so
Out of the millions of my brethrens around,
I am made to think too
Out of many who passes by
Why must one like you
Stand and see me die?
Why?
Can you answer me why? ”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem