When I shall go home
My lips will carry a smile
In the aura of winning a lottery
And the world will my teeth see
From the radiation in my heart
Whether in the world
I had crawled, walked or ran
Won or lost my races
Upon the jagged edges of this earth.
When going home
My hands will clasp nothing
And my feet will freely will move without dragging
For when I came I held nothing
Naked and helpless as I came.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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