I shall remember his kicks,
Inside my womb, in the cradle,
In the pram and while in hugs.
I shall remember his last kick
When he went abroad to settle.
As a mother, no kick hurts me,
Including his absence when I die
As he lives there high.
31.12.2002
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
that is mother regards sandhya