What will I say to my mother
Who is there always with me
That I am unfit son who is
Incapable of using your language
On your land always in all purposes.
See me, I am an object to be laughed at,
I am my own enemy, I am a coward,
Even some said I am a eunuch.
How can I live hearing all these,
Forgetting my own duties and
Knowing fully well that, danger is
There to my very existence and identity.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
own language is own identity