'Mom, why are you sad? '
'Life's a criminial, my dear son'
'Why? '
'Because it's killing me'
'You know what, mom? '
'What is it? '
'When I grow up, I'm going to be a cop'
'Oh, really, how come? '
'Because I want to catch that criminal
and give him life'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem