Here we are with illiterates,
Knowing reading and writing
For correspondences cannot be
Termed as literate.
Going deep into the things
And studies and life
Can be called true literate.
On our land, alas, I failed to
Find any literate person.
For telling the truth
I am not here to utter sorry.
You may like it or not
Truth is that the sun is fixed
Neither rising nor setting.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Who are you to call the sun the moon?