I'm a poor mental handicapped Tamil man but I can read in your eyes your empathy in my sober life
but sometimes I am afraid by seeing so much isolation, affection turned to stone, apathetic greed,
measured friendship, desires and dreams exploited commercially, .... sometimes you make me afraid .....

Tell me,
who is the most poor,
the one living in his illusions of self-satisfaction,
or
me ?

Look at me ...... Look at me ...