Some births are humbler than the rest
Or is it Caesar?
All the same
They come from a hole
And to some holes, someday
They'd go.
What's the fuss being better
Than them?
Or them better than I
When that which comes of abnormality
Glitters more than gold?
And to pad an elephant on your head
And tip the hole of the cricket
Is nothing but greed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem