Who is there with me?
Who is my controller?
Who is my sustainer?
Who is my conductor?
Who am I?
Where am I going?
What is the meaning
Of my words
That I am uttering here?
Which is mine- fire or ice?
Am I cold? am I hot?
I know not, I know not.
I am in the form of vapour,
But the force of gravity is here
And I am staying here with my nature.
I am like a wooden doll
And I am revolving round and round
Day and nights with the power
Given to me. Who has given me this power?
I know not, I know not. Yet I am here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
no one I see here within.