The infant's cry stopped for a while.
I am sorry my baby, to read your mind
I drowned in the encyclopedia
But my dreary eyes failed to catch.
I feel it's like child poetry
And the matured will never try to hear their poems.
A tender and touching poem, Nimal.You wrote this one from the heart. Regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So tender and sweet, straight from the heart.--Thankyou--Melvina