Children are my pain
my sneaky love
knowing how

I came also here at the age of ten
in the institute unwanted
ignorant how

Till my brother found me
between the infants of my class
and told me how

Thirty-seven years I was
when I got a family that I asked
for shelter

Love was not great enough
Unwanted I grew old here
keeping back how

suffocating life is
wrapped in sheets of folding paper
as my shelter