you look and you look
as if you are reading a book
i know your intentions
its something no one ever mentions
you love the ways
the way the world pays
how the children play
and parents rarely stay
the way the world turns
and people leave with burns
you wnat them to learn how
to be allowed as you allow
this is all in your newborn eyes
and the sound of your cries
you lay so soundless
as though everything is profoundless
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem