Mother,
I thank you for giving birth to me;
For, i am Iwaria in the beautiful land of flowers;
And, i am 15 years old.
I am now matured enough to understand the muse of love,
And like the chocolate factory closer to our house;
But, this train always passes through my homeland.
my love is now opened to you all,
With skills and the muse of life;
But in tears i do see the negative things around me! !
And, i am yet to grow up enough to be married and become a mother as well.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem