“She wasn’t, to you alone, a mother
But to all the villagers, a mother, ”
Condoled a senior villager.
An idiot was observing this.
Next, he went to friend’s house
To condole his wife’s demise.
“She wasn’t, to you alone, a wife
But to all the villagers, a wife.”
He was beaten up and ran for his life.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
He was beaten up and ran for his life. This was a thought provoking and fun giving poem. Thank you very much for sharing.