when I was small I was told
my name meant black
little did I know of fortunes I lack
but there was'nt anyone to blame
At four I knew I was not the same
When I saw those things with pictures
I longed to touch them
I saw them splashing waters of oasis
I yearned to feel it
how it's like, but at five
I knew its not my life
At TEN I was sold
this is what marriage is called
Into the room that Night he came
did things which gave me lot of pain
no..I cried and I begged
next morning I knew this has to end
I will away go to find the love
I will away go to find my life
where everyone would be same
We will not be a game
I will the place so divine
I know this world was never mine
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem