On her pink blanket,
She is kicking.
Her hands shaping
A
Fist
As if she is fighting.
Her eyes wide shut
While she
Cries.
Maybe, it is for appreciation or sadness
Of coming to the world of plenty or sins I guess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The way of presentation of birth is so fantastic. I appreciate this poem. Thanks for sharing.
Pleasure is all mine Kumar...