So many identity cards are with me,
With so many names like
Aadhar, voter, PAN, driving, professional
And so on and so on, related to
So many institutions Govt and private,
But not a single one is correct.
I, myself failed to discover
My real identity in any one.
Excuse me sir, how can I say you
Who I am, where is my home,
How can I say you my date of birth,
I know not my real birth.
I know not real perfection but I am
In need of love and affection.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem