My eyes were closed and dark was the view
I was on a boat which had no crew
there were wounds right in my chest
which were filled by clay from your breast
I could feel the tears fall off your eyes
When you see my corpse being hovered by flies
I can behold your heart drowned in pain
Don't cry mother its hurting me again and again
I am still your little stubborn boy
with whom you played the whole day with toy
its my little hand which would hug you again
when your little boy feels any tinge of pain
let me go to a place in the stars
believe me mother its not that far
so wipe out your tears and its trace
Bid me adieu with your happy face.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem