pretty woman with deep red pink lips,
a small hip and the round many pairs,
walking in front of me smiling to sell,
Their kids are alone at home waiting..
beautiful short skirts and the tight blouse,
tray of snacks and drink in the left hand,
running as the deer for the survival,
Their kids are at home alone and hungry.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem