I grew up
Under the shed of a stone
Lovely, silent or laconic,
The stone, gradully turns blue.
Of silence, of blues,
Of hidden tear, an ocean in solid form;
The she-stone, once alive,
Now dissolving into the mother earth.
I am really surprised to read the poem. How wonderful the presentation is.... Although it is a poem for mother....
The mother, the death of a mother, the memories of a mother.... wonderful poem, my dear poet!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem on mother; an excellent tribute....