You are throwing
So many things
In your words,
And you forget
All are nothing but
Waste of the energy.
Of course, you have
Freedom to think
And to act, but
Forget not your
So called freedom
Will land you on
Irreparable loss.
Actually I know not
Who you are and
How you are, why you are.
True knowledge is that
You are far from me
In real sense.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem