Slowly he moves
To and fro to and fro
Then faster and faster
He swishes up and down
His blue shirt
Billows in the breeze
Like a tattered kite
The world whirls by
East becomes West
North turned to south
The cadinal points
Meet in the head
Mother! Where do i come from
When will i wear lo
ng troussers
Why was my father jail?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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