This world is safe like my mother’s lap!
..If one season had snatched and thrown my flowers,
another season blooms with fresh flowers
..by stamping on my dried leaves!
The golden opportunities - what I missed out,
...open my directions as a turning point
from so many unexpected fronts
..as ‘Hopping Parrots On Shoulders’ in a while!
Either I am admired or wounded,
...I am a child crawling to be carried
And held by mother’s world!
..This world is safe like my mother’s lap!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
From success to failure, from safety to danger; we humans see it all.. If only we had enough belief in ourselves to calm our senses with a parrtot hopping on our shoulders... A fine poem. Thank you..