Adroit fennel
Expert in home management
The black girl and the poor father
Youth comes fast in poverty
Hard exertion, dry drops...
Take my wealth, everything.Save my girl
Give her identity; please!
Black reflect all
Marriage and father's house become an old
Incessantly support her poor black father
Toil and moil
Violent neighbours
Obscene talk
Shoreless father
Misbegotten.
The world is not for poor!
Though we couldn't
He accept her into Him
Save her debt father from
burdened with responsibility of marrying her.
Black body is hanging
The dawn and lies become silent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
So sad. But its true..dowry kill one..Beautiful poem..Loved it.