I stood alone... you in your cot.
I rode the stars...you felt it not.
Your mind unable to comprehend,
Oblivious of my presence there.
By uncoordinated reflexes
Your tiny arms stirred up the air.
Lying there, how could you feel
What I felt, three feet away?
I ached to hold you in my hand.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem