Full of disenchantment and heart of fear
She wanders with lunacy and despair
Carrying her horns which are now misfortunes to her
Often failing to hide within…the inane tears as it appear…
Sometimes it's hard to explain her pain
The pain which kills her again n again
Full of laments and feeling of failure
Often failing to hide within…the inane tears as it appear…
Thrashing thousands of pains within
She carries her beloved little cute offspring
Laughs to conceal her pains with her dear
But failing to hide within…the inane tears again appear…
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I would like to translate this poem
Nice Poem! This is really touching. So much needed to describe a woman. And, when she has pain it's like finding ornaments by diving in the deep ocean. Well, when it flows through the heart of a woman, it does make that task easier.