What are you telling, my dear?
I asked.
And you replied nothing.
In which language you are telling?
I wanted to know.
And you said that is your own language.
I said thanks.
I said as because
I love my mother most.
No matter what I understand,
But the fact is my mother is
Living in my words.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem