Not born or fed,
From a shallow womb!
And I may live in a shed...
That feeds to you,
A negative impression.
But I am not energized,
By materialism you symbolize.
My affiliation is not with 'your' realization.
I associate with deities.
And they are my spiritual guides.
They also remove my obstacles.
As well as provide my needs!
And I breathe to feed,
My mind in finding substance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem