I have no name,
I have no mother,
You are asking me and
I am giving the replies,
But you are no where to hear.
I have no food to eat,
I have nothing to wear,
No medicine to take,
Still I am alive here.
No knowledge to earn,
No behaviour to earn,
No roots, no fruits are
There with me, and
You are exploiting me,
I have no time to die.
As I am there
You are here
And yet you are
Firing me,
You are not able to
Know how you would be here
Without my presence.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem