Sky, Sky
Wearing blue and grey,
What will the sun do today?
Will he stay all through the day,
Or will he go home to his mother
To have dinner like me?
Child, Child
Bare from crown to soles,
The sun comes leftwards
And goes rightwards
And bedwards you will go.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like the poetry in you Goodness Tchibueze.