My two sons are
Not with me,
And have gone
Astray.
And they are
In a competition
With no love,
No devotion.
I find no difference
Between the two.
I know they have
No sense.
No one knows reality,
And they both guide-less.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Day and night, Hindu and Musalman, Rich and poor etc