I fear my own words
I fear my own legs
I fear my own hands
And mind and heart.
At any time any one
Can cheat me anywhere
And I would be deserted
Like anything.
True to say I have
No home to stay in.
The hills and the rivers
All around mocking at me.
In winter and also in summer
I find no one here.
The water and the air
All are criminals
And I am the sufferer
Here there and I am
Searching correct answer
Till date, though,
Only I got fire.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Searching correct answer Till date, though, Only I got fire. Very nice poem and a powerful imagintion dear Gajanan