It is one of her best poems. She is an aspiring first poet of Santhali origin in India,
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The mountain child —
a fragment of the mountain —
plays in the lap of the mountain
Toddling up the mountain
he plants his feet in the mountain soil
to rise like a mountain
in the land of mountains
The whole mountain
lives inside the mountain child
And in the lap of the mountain
lives the scurrying mountain child
The mountain child sees
a plane flying over the mountain
And he asks his father —
What is that bird?
I've put this beautiful poem-translation on my recommended list...Thank you for bringing us this exquisite poem to us, Narain..