A little girl up she grew
In a volley bowl of sky;
A Heidi in white snow
With God father and goats.
She slept beneath a cloud
Of milky stars and whirled into a Dorothy wind.
Up and up she flew in the arms of dwarves,
Into a crystal crypt
And a forest made of thorns.
She climbed a rope of hair.
Up to giant's lair.
Hand in hand with Hansel
She clicked her heels and fell.
And fell and fell and fell.
-Aishwarya
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice, I dont exactly get the point of it but its good