Not born with a silver spoon in my mouth,
You did place a cultured pearl in my hands.
And so from this sweet irritation,
The good of humanity glows that much more
The mediocre is seen toxic
And the bad, the bad from this.
I, bouncing in sky
Your hands chafing my belly
This is you for the first time that always I'll know.
It is Daddy setting me upon the air.
And now gravity can be grave indeed.
My hair is also falling out.
I've been tripping a lot like you too.
I wonder, if it is just like you wanted for me
Dancing, upon the air
In bluest and nightly skies
Daddy, that pearl became a galaxy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem