Here is my earth-mother
And I know she has ample flats to lie on.
Here is my own arms
I need no pillow.
I can use the palms of my hands
There is no necessities of utensils.
Ample covering are there and also skins of trees are there
I feel no necessity of so much clothing.
The earth-mother, mother-earth is
Self sufficient for me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is my favorite. Nice work. I like all of your poems.