When I was just a little boy and would hurt myself at play,
I would run and find Ma, and she would kiss the pain away.
The tears would turn to laughter; I was happy on my way.
Oh, how I remember Ma when she kissed the pain away.
But now I 'm a man, and the pain is in my heart.
My life is not the way I planned; I was happy at the start.
My dreams are all gone, and I've gone astray.
Ma, please, please, come and kiss the pain away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem