I was born like I see, an imbecile,
I agreed within me,
I took to my fate,
I received pleasure and prestige,
No work but much food, thus, I contended.
I couldn't access the essence,
Two clothes, no shelter, no money, no friend,
Except the toughest characters in my shoes,
Still I received regards with my bluest eyes,
I was glad.
A day, his man entered,
Goggled me with his cricket eyes,
Perused through my heart as I wonder,
'No I don't want you, "
The thought feathered out.
Cautiously, the soliloquy persisted,
He raised up and I flagged off,
looked up with great vision of intention,
Shouted offhand, 'God heals you,
Thus rise with a whole health '.
As if enchanted,
I rose immediately,
Walked as a man who just discovered a talent
I cried not for merriment but for sadness
Of the joyful anger which tightened my ass.
Nobody understood me,
Everyone thought I've got a new madness,
My cloth soaked with tears as,
I peered my past moment solitarily.
Now, I have been known to be a new man,
Nobody mentions my name as before,
I become an outcast,
Not intended to be seen.
From where will I start?
Who will give that same cherish?
What will my fate be?
Has fate held me so fair?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem