The time when I laid on your laps, mother,
of the outside world I lest bother
That's time I was four.
You bet me, chided me, advised me,
That was all in the world I knew.
I cared in this world for nothing
except to ride a bicycle I had training
That was time I was nine.
I found the world a mystery,
for you provided me the glossary.
Unknowing what causes why I found myself crazy
for then you taught me the lessons of life
That's time I was eleven.
Clearing all the downsides of me,
with a pride eye you see.
Now I learnt the world well mother
to write a poem on you, the words slither
and its time I am sixteen.
Thy soul being yours, I find
Thou art is so kind.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.