Sheltered in cabin of tranquility
No worry, no difficulty
A caring mom’s delightful room
Serene like in the middle of the womb.
This lasts only for a blink of an eye
When the time’s ripe, it will turn awry
Like a newborn’s cry, like a babe’s in shock
Traumatic impact difficult to block.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem