Whatever you may be
You are going to be a
Worm or stool or ashes.
And remember, you are
Going towards hell,
Heaven is within you, though.
Anyway, let me ask
A question- am I
Belong to my father?
And where is my father
At present?
And who will be
My rightful claimant?
Let me stay
In pure knowledge,
And Let me not
face the defeat.
I am not prepared to
Go with the story-
'Again become a mouse'
And let me clear
I want nothing, nothing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem