How can I live without knowing the truth,
I feel sometime but on the same time I am happy,
to be unaware of the life not given to me and remain like dead.
as it is the only way to live they say,
How can I live without knowing anything about me,
I feel but on the same time I love my world however small,
giving energy to sometime beam.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem