The thin sheet of paper flung on to me.
That was'nt meant to be torn.
I wrapped my arms around, tightly.
To shield it from the horrors of the morn.
The thin sheet of paper flung on to me.
That was meant to be safe and warm.
There was no need for words.
Just an unselfish hug, quiet and calm.
The thin sheet of paper flung on to me.
Perhaps for numberless reasons it had.
But just the sense of general acceptance
Was a reason enough, for me to be glad.
The thin sheet of paper flung on to me,
With subtle sense of submission.
I wrapped my arms around, tightly.
To shield it from the horrors of the morn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wonderful poem, like it.