Where Am I?
Where am I?
Where a cloud is robbed of rain
Where a jungle is robbed of greenery
Where Holy Rivers are robbed of holy water
Where flowers are robbed of fragrance
Where questions are robbed of answers
Where gods are robbed of prayers
Where hearts are robbed of compassion
Where learning is robbed of creation
Where humans are robbed of humanity
Tell me, you,
Standing Above there
Where am I? !
Where I am robbed of my SELF.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very powerful poem seeking answers for what we have been deprived of. Thanks, Bal Ram.
Thank you dear Manga for your observation. Plz share your creation with me too.