This is actually a Tamil poem... You certainly cannot call yourself a Malaysian if you do not know some Tamil apart of other languages surrounding you, haha. At least you can count from 1 up to 10 in Tamil.
All those fetuses are not sinned.
Who are you and I
to find a fault in?
A hole in the bamboo stick
Brings out a good song.
Even the clouds turn dark and black
to bring the rain back
for survival of crops and
for survival of mankind!
A hut in a village
Green trees lined up by the river
And there lived people
that are open and innocent...
Āriro... Āriro... Ārariro..
In the sound of the banyan tree
Everyone in deep sleep
Earth is so far away
And who would know the reason?
Why are you born? Why are you born? Why are you born?
Why am I born?
Why did I open my eyes?
I do not know
In God's creations
Anything is beautiful and
Your eyes won't know that!
Who would know?
What would they say?
Why am I born?
Why did I open my eyes?
I do not know...
Vali (T.S Rangarajan; 1931-2013)
Sealed with prayers for mercy, peace and love, amin!
