The house does not remain a house
If there is none therein
To see you,
Greet you
When come you,
When leave you for.
Such a house built I,
But the men for whom made I
And was meant for,
Lived they not,
Departed they before
Or lived for a brief stint of time.
Now you say it to me,
Which is whose,
The mud house where I was just born,
The rented house of teh father's posting
Where grew I up
Or the one I built for them
At that place
Or where have I come to in search of posting?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A house which is all our hope and life is the subject in the poem and it is beautifully described in the poem and likes it.