I CANNOT BEGIN TO BE WHAT I AM
I cannot begin to be what I am
Unless I write-
But it does it really matter
That I be what I am?
To myself it does
But to anyone else?
And if I am for myself alone
What am I?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A philosophical question nicely taken up for its analytical study. It tries to probe the reality of self in relation to others. Thanks a lot.