Why was my seed sown? Why was I ever given life?
Why having to live all alone with no relief?
Did this universe receive me on the belief?
That I can be hired and fired with grief?
If so, I’d never be born, stay and strife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Heart rendering poem which depicts your pathetic environ! But God always plants a seed for its own good. Soon He will bestow you the blossoms of peace.