Dear Sir, it began, this letter
As if knowing who I am
So, to call me 'Sir', was praise indeed
For who knows my background?
Or how I have lived my life?
To call me 'Sir'
It was like a blessing
Making me understand the origins of birth
My life
My Generation
Dear Sir,
It made me smile
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You say you are nothing, It means you are something..........10