who who lives
without pain
is never alive
even once,
the
beginning of life
was your first
cry,
you did not cry
because you were
happy,
you did not choose
it,
it was not self-inflicted
because given the
choice
you would not have
chosen to be here
that hand that
slapped your
bottom
made you taste it
first
your life was put
to the test
with the sound of
your cries...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Every person feels pain at least in certain mood of life. Love fills happiness. Amazing drafting is shared.10