never mind it
may be too late
at any rate there
is no use being like
them. you have yourself
somehow and it is
enough. feel the
comfort of your
uniqueness and do
not look to the
right or to the left
some are much better
or some are worse better
look at the sky
be enthralled with
the myriad stars....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem