Smallness is there in our time,
Smallness is there in our life.
Smallness and we are living
In this smallness.
But pauperism has not touched us.
We have paved the way for the future.
Patron saints are there all wround us
And they are telling us not to worry
At any situation anywhere here.
We scoot and reached nowhere,
We see our own mirror image
And we feel mirthless-
Reason not known. We are
Not misanthropic though.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem