Can the 'I' know itself?
Can the knife cut itself?
Can the tooth bite itself?
Can the eye see itself?
Can the "I" know itself?
(This was published in Poetfreak under the name of Genovamaaa. Genova was my beloved mother. She died at the young age of 38. I want to keep her name alive as long as I am alive) .
Almighty God bless your mother. Wish her soul rest in peace.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem, may your sweet mother rest in peace. It's commendable that you are keeping her memory and work alive.