Oh god, be a human
and read the book of my pain.
It was different from incarnation
After the accident of
birth, you start covering my bruises.
I was stitching your patches.
Look my truth, I always
follow you to learn you, to teach me,
heal myself and never leave you alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Good expression, metaphorical