My kind mother, my paradise,
When closed her eyes,
My earth got lost
Fast in darkness. Now frost
Grows on eyelids.
I am now a motherless kid
Like a tree without soil,
Like a fish without water.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very vivdly drawn and intense for its brevity. the emotions are similar to my loss of my own mother. Please read and comment on my poem thanks.
Surely. Thanks. Losing the mother is really a great loss.