What happened
I am sick and
Not concerned about it.
I am pulling myself down
My tongue tied
Hostility is within me
All are against me
I am a guardian of stolen wealth
I am a protector of dacoits.
What happened What hapened? ?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The scene must be changed a bit. You have a pot of stolen honey and the bees are around you, but why aren't the bees making noise? Nice poem, Gajanan.. because you want to safeguard your stolen wealth with out attracting others..