I am just a tiny dot,
In the world of a crowded lot.
I am just in an innocent cry,
Finding the answer to the question why.
Nobody is there to understand me yet,
But the feelings of me are always there.
There are many things to say,
To the people whom I meet each day,
But they don't understand me
Like my mother who understands;
Each word in my innocent cry.
That's the reason why I stay in the lap of her,
Even in the crowed lot I am precious for her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful...amazing and relevant feelings of a child. Keep writing.. need more.