The doors of the womb,
Peace and joy!
With the muse of life;
Nature! !
natural,
Coming out of the womb,
Coming into life,
Before one faces the horrors of it! !
Wickedness,
The ways of mankind on earth;
Leading one back to the tomb!
After the bomb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Great poem. Going back to that joy and peace has been the goal of spirituality. A cherished moment.