Listening to the world unfold
Not to understand at all
A certain talent that's foretold
A life that's yet to call
Tiny features that start to form
A mind in infant sorts
A heart that beats a rhythmic tone
And yet to know what for
Till the time of birth does come
His life is lent to fate
When his heart is developed full
He will become Innate
(1-3-14)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah-ha, I got this one. Well said, the implication here is: let him live. Well done. Read mine - Abort Not - Adeline