I care not the fruits
As because, see me,
I am a sugarcane.
I need no perfume
As because, test me,
I am gold.
What is the use of flowers
here with me, As because,
I, myself is sandalwood.
I am the poet, I am the creator,
I know better how to do what,
I need no advice.
Let me stay free
Only with my poetry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem