O you men,
The monsters,
You were sent for protection,
For the God's beautiful creation,
You were sent to safeguard,
The chastity and honour,
You were sent to love,
The beauty and perfection,
Of the Eves' daughter,
But,
The adrenaline which provided you the manhood,
Turned out not to be a hormone,
But a poison,
The poison poisoned your Iris,
And made you myopic,
The poison poisoned your humanity,
And made you a beast,
The poison asphyxiated you, and made you so numb,
That you snatched her freedom,
That you chocked her voice,
And fractured her larynx.
Wait,
For the day when she will rise,
Rise and rise to a level,
Where you will witness your fall,
Wait for the day O mam,
When this hero will clip your wings,
That you will beg for your freedom,
You will drench in stinky sweat,
And will Die under her feet,
Remember O man,
Those feet are so sacred,
That the heaven lies beneath them.
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I would like to translate this poem
An impressive hardhitting poem on mothers and i admire the intellectual wording u used. So true what u say. Man devolves to beastly behaviour without theism. Pls do coment my latest poem too, on Islam.