My mother, my, wife, my child-
‘My’ tag propelled me to build
Mansion for them one by one.
No mansion I built as mine
When my limbs had been fine.
20.06.2004
no need for mansion...a hut will be easier to build...even two for each one...and no limbs will be broken....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
We come a long way in life....its later that we realise we had been living not for us but thee......