Oh mirror, the flattened cornea,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who love me as themselves.
Oh my childhood Birbie,
Whom do you belong to, dear?
-Who put their breath in me.
Oh the young walking stick,
Whom do you belong to, sir?
-The dependence of helpless old.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice poem-well penned, i enjoyed reading the poem, thanks for sharing