Flying high, splattering in the air,
tossing droplets of water everywhere.
Outside a little sphere, all of time
is stalemated, beyond imagining - life
is curled into a ball as a fetus in
it's beginning.
Curiously sketched with wonder,
attempting to sneak beneath the world
and living creatures, to find a place
of solace never known in life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Born to life naked, finding solace may not be easy but its man's dream!