I walked bare feet on the roads,
Asked for help, fought with the gods.
I got wet in the rains,
When others were busy in materialistic gains.
I hate, who made this out of me,
To hate is a shame,
But, Am I the one to blame? ? ?
I stood in the corner when others enjoyed
It was a feeling of anger, I was annoyed
I don’t know what’s to be done with this trouble
The roads to my heart are full of thorns and pebble
I don’t know the answer
I feel a bit lame
But, Am I the one to blame? ? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem