My ears were pierced in the temple of God,
And these got closed, once the studs were removed,
Another ceremony in another temple,
The new holes are still open for me to wear the ornaments.
The great granny had the holes hung with heavy bolts,
Almost reached her shoulders in the photo framed,
The rings have been there in every human’s heart,
To wear and show off the discipline that one sought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem