(The yearning of an infant)
Oh! My dear little fella's!
My classes've started today.
Not with the boards and markers
And not with rules and restrictions!
It is the lesson of love and subject of affection
The tutor's-‘my parents' throned me;
Not to the crown as Caesar had
But to the greater one beyond that- their mantle laps;
The blooming smile in her lips and
The echoing bliss in his face
Makes me the king of the world- inviting me with their sweet lull!
Oh! God - let me be the same as it is now,
All along my life, in those safer hands
Forever and Ever- as a infant!
Written well though in the beginning i thought it had something to do with the japanese currency.Economy of words well served in Fukushima of yearnings..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
It is the lesson of love and subject of affection The blooming smile in her lips and The echoing bliss in his face.. love and innocence combined and desire too. tony