I am not original by myself.
I am a copy of my parents.
Grandparents have lent theirs.
I have got ancestral genes.
I am not exclusive by force.
There is wind to blow,
Earth to resist, heat to beat
And water to flow, around me.
My success is not mine alone.
His failure is not his alone.
My ego must understand this.
My wisdom should vouch for this.
19.11.2008
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem