The brain of a new born baby
all new and freshly made.
Empty of all knowledge and thought.
Open to the world for all import.
Even of knowldge of somebody dead
falling into this little head.
If strong enough taking command.
Later on making a demand.
There again this baby could collect
little bits and so suspect.
It has been here many times before
thinking Reincarnation is the law.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem