There she goes…
Her foot steps in rhythm with the beating hearts,
Her pride worn like a cloak.
Her smile like the sun-ray’s before dusk.
Her worth being echoed by her stature.
There she goes I said…
Critics disappear into the unbroken golden shafts caressing
The earth’s tummy before early nights when she speaks.
Though as delicate as a daisy’s petals,
A pillar she has become.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem