Garbage means nothing to me,
But it means everything for.
Garbage provides nothing to me,
But it provides everything to rag pickers.
Garbage is a waste for me,
But it is a diamond for rag pickers.
Garbage is a part of my life,
But it is a life for rag pickers.
Garbage is a bad dream for me,
But it is the best dream for rag pickers
I get nothing from the garbage,
But rag pickers get precious stone from the garbage.
Garbage is hated by all of us,
Except the rag pickers.
Whose reason for survival is garbage.
So, everything in this world,
Bad or good, means a lot to us.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem