Suffocated To The Self Poem by Aadil Hingorjo

Village is so full of infinite voices.
I alone seem to be a hutless entity.
I feel strangely contented there;
I'm bearing a huge pain inside;
People who are in majority suffocate me to the soul.
I don't have any kith and kins.
I seem to have no guardian at all!
I'm my own guardian, and my own grain.
Passionately all the extreme sorrows cover me
They give birth to the endless songs,
and I allow them do so.