He brings me a Photograph
Half cut Papaya fruit with its seeds
And he wants me to write something underneath
For his Photographic Exhibition.
I scribbled;
'Oh! This undernourished poor Mom!
How she bore such myriad infants
in her tiny Womb and who knows
Whether they become fair Citizen or strange Politicians?
*Humbly to a matured poetess Sri Devi in gratitude!
Would that mothers all over the world were properly appreciated and respected.'The one that rocks the cradle rules the world'.You choose a good metaphor.10.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
flawless poem here.you have a uneque way with words