She is sitting
folding her two knees
She is seeing the whole world
She is seeing white flowers
roof with red tiles
grey sky
She is a world by herself
She can change her place
She can stand up
She can cook
She can slice her world
She can bite her world
She can see world
on her finger.
Do not disturb her
She is composing a poem
Not in English
in her mother tongue
in Bangla.
Have a look
poem is standing
poem is coming out
we see a poem
in her place
Now we see white flowers
we see roof with red tiles
we see the whole world
The poem is returning
poems never creates distance.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
aw what a sweet piece..nice message at the end.