O God!
My name is Deng Deng
I am three years old boy
I don’t know anything
In the work of your hands
O God! O Nhialic! O Chancer! O Creator!
O Yahweh! O Allah! O Brehma! Buddha!
O Jesus! O Confucian! OJain! O Shinto!
O Krishna! O Muhammad! O Tao! O Messiah
I pray to you all in my heart
Although, I mistaken your name
It may be I am a child and foolish
By all above names I mean the only creator
Who created me and these flowers in my hands
O God, it is death and eating
Making up the art and the science of your hands
Bless this milk and bead
So I eat and I go to play
And wait to die
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Amazing poetry here