Little stones of distress
pelt my door steps
I long to open the doors
For the sounds make me
Want to end its
Incessant battering....
But
my legs drag
In second thoughts
I see my daughter...
My son....
Answer the door
I re fain from answering the call
For Life taught me
That It is in small battering
Continuous
In little ways
In little blows
That the most robust of heart
Was born to breed
The calmest forethought
With ease............
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~malinikadir
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem