My mother is still living with me
And telling me, Gaji, don't worry
and with this I am going to fight.
My dear, believe me, I am here,
with you all and taking you
at the same time with me, and it is
morning with the coo, coo, caw caw.
I see the fish and it is there,
I see the clouds and they are there,
And I see myself with all as their parts.
Let me go if you so desired and to
show the beauty in all over the earth.
The earth is mine, the mother is mine,
And I am here to take her care.
at least we should live with all truthfulness and not to pollute anything here.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Lovely poem extended from a point to a big circle variation of radius and desire to touch the arc for bigger and more bigger ///