Keep a stone of five kilo
In your belly for at least nine months
And say what a mother is!
Create a thing, keep its maintenance,
And save it from all odds and danger
And say how difficult the duty of a mother is!
Mother is more than any God,
A girl child is the mother of your future, my dear
How you are keeping her that depends upon your nature.
Be cautious, and save your own future,
Don't darken your own place, time and life
By mis-utilizing, by destroying your own mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A mother is not a stone bearer, but a molten love boon bearer, be it a rape baby be it a love baby all but she can do is to milk from heart and hand A mother is not what you imagine she is what God himself is she borne out of his own image she bears the cross of pain in glee and tears remorseless......................... A mother is more of a liquid heart a temple of delicacies and love unconditional yet, all who give birth are not motherly as emotions are dying fast, or eating the mortal quickly....................... As usual, no poetry, but some useful thought...............in a logic way, easy to understand thing...............the imagery is...............................really I wish some distant day you would write some real poetry.......................I dont agree that what is being written is poetry.................not that it has to be Tennyson or Wordsworth or this or that, but because you are not trying to write it like that, you are just dressing a girl kid with rough boyish dresses and cutting her hair rude and bald....................u can if you allow her to grow her hair and clad her in girls dresses...............................everything is expression.................but poetry is a soft expression with appeal from the heart to the heart............................a frank comment....................................hope u dont get annoyed...............I trust...............