His first night on earth
was not the usual bore:
Lying close to mother,
inside a stuffy, closed room,
on an immobile, used bed,
breathing her spent breath
and showing the onlooker
the meaning of - helplessness.
Instead his first night was:
Miles away from humans,
alone under far-away suns,
speeding in a never-slept basket,
over tongues of a big hungry river,
inhaling her cool untouched breath;
And showing the motherless moon
the meaning of - fearlessness.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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