If plant's root could move where water is
And its leaves to where sunlight abunds
If kangaroolet could hide in the porch of her mother
And child goes where his mother sits
If the rain could travel many miles to cool the earth
And the sun saunters thousand meters to grace the earth
If it takes love making to bring baby to earth
And care to nurture him to adulthood
Then who am I
Not to go where there is love
Who am I
Not to bury myself in the juicy bosoms of my loved ones.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem