Mother, I am not asking,
Not asking you any question.
And I dare not to ask anything.
And who am I to ask you
So also I have no word to put.
I know the sun the moon and the stars
And I know they are all depending on you.
Mother, everything is there in its own place
The joy, the sorrow, the hunger, the thirst,
And I am waiting you in spite all that
See me, I am here as nothing and nothingness
Till you make me something, I am nothing.
Let me discover my true self
Within you, mother, let me see you and see you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
touching the way it is pinned