I am he who is unknown to others,
I am a stranger in the midst of friends
They are Jack, Fredy, Tuli…but my name is missing
I am the black sheep, they call me Baba but that’s not my name,
These streets are not familiar to me,
The trees that shadow my ego are like aliens to my eyes,
These birds I see and hear chirping behind me
Are like intruders in my world
What are these that crawl on my head shamelessly?
What are these that creep on my hand ignorant of my presence?
Tossed and shuttered I have been, pride and oppression I have experienced,
Love and care from afar I have seen, fairness and purity upon I have stumbled
I am he who is unknown and not knowing in an invalid world.