Many years ago
We were toddlers
Riding along the world in oblivion
We became naked soldiers
Roving in placenta of war
Playing hide and seek
In short dirty pant
We would swim like birds
Perching on every burrow
We were vermins of anthills
That rage on natures width
By the riverside
We would bath in mud
Chanting eulogy of wariors
And at twilight
We would flip to O mother
Night again would found our wings
We would cloth the moon
With footfalls and folklores
We were like fireflies
The beauty of the night
Just for a little nap
I rose
Only to find my missing friends
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem