I too like to hide in your kite's tail
And see a better world from a high.
If the whole world rules by a joker
What a pity instead of a tyrant?
Our children die everywhere kicking the Land mines
And they are very brave sometimes.
They knew your old fox's story
About the bitter grapes,
Not only that,
Pi! A Greek letter used as a symbol for the ratio of a Circle's circumference
To its Diameter. (About 3.14)
They sing the old song of Archimedes 'Eureka! Eureka!' uproariously.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Children are like little flowers their fragility cannot survive either war or politics. It is good that they have a compassionate poet to give them a voice..Take care, Nimal. Kindest regards, Sandra