I always ask myself who I am
The question does not let me calm
I think I am an Indian
Some body says 'You are a great father’s son'
I am an Andhraite by birth
And happy to live on this earth
My mother tongue Telugu makes me a man
The other tongue English makes me a Universal human
I know I am a tiny drop in this vast universe
And do not have a big money purse
I have resorted to some immature verse
I know not why to some life becomes a curse
I know I am no longer young
I can’t always sing
The tiredness the old age will bring
But I feel as If I were a poetic king
One day I will leave this poetic kingdom
Some times I am enveloped with this boredom
No king Lives on this kingdom for ever
But the kingdom is a perennial river
Dec 28, 2010
Dec 28, 2010 at 7:57 PM UTC
I always ask myself who I am
The question does not let me calm
I think I am an Indian
Some body says 'You are a great father’s son'
I am an Andhraite by birth
And happy to live on this earth
My mother tongue Telugu makes me a man
The other tongue English makes me a Universal human
I know I am a tiny drop in this vast universe
And do not have a big money purse
I have resorted to some immature verse
I know not why to some life becomes a curse
I know I am no longer young
I can’t always sing
The tiredness the old age will bring
But I feel as If I were a poetic king
One day I will leave this poetic kingdom
Some times I am enveloped with this boredom
No king Lives on this kingdom for ever
But the kingdom is a perennial river
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