Dear God
My mom said
One day we shall return
to our old home
that we left many years ago
with pains.
Dear God
I want to play with
my old friends
I want to sleep on
my old bed.
Believe me
I am telling you truth
Happy days will come
Because I believe you
Dear God.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
With faith the size of a grain of mustard seed.