The weeping of a child
Every newly borned
Is a symbol showing
A life newly formed.
The life to be cut,
By knives to it unknown.
These are the duties
And stark realities,
Which the child must
Follow till he mingles with dust.
The life to be cut, By knives to it unknown. here may lie the heart of your poem. Make it into a poem. Currently it sounds like dry chopped hay.
A child comes into the world weeping! He has to suffer the tortures of life till the end! Once he is out of the amniotic safety of his mother's womb, he has to swim across the shark infested waters....! That is life! You have briefly summed it up!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Follow till he mingles with dust......fantastic poem. Thank u, dear poet. anjandev roy.