Oh! my god you where had gone?
Can't you hear her painful cry?
When i entered in this world:
Screaming echoed every where.
It was not known what for throbing;
Later i knew all pains for me.
As soon as she had given birth;
At once she too got re-birth.
When i winked to see her face;
She was deep in painful sleep.
When my lips got infant cry;
She was feeding blood as milk.
Could you change this cry as joy?
Hold her feet and love her lot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem