She has shared her being with him!
Protected him, in the azure depths of her womb, for Nine months!
She shared joyously with him,
Her Life, Her Blood, Her Thoughts, and brought him safely,
With NO PAIN TO HIM!
And NOW...
He did not wish to share her roof with her!
Like a yellowed leaf, hidden in the pages of a forgotten book,
He kept her, Concealed in a room, at the far end of the house!
He was ashamed to have her around him!
Shuffling amidst his porcelain, glass and crystals!
Wrinkled and shrunk her withered frame was now no match!
No match among his friends!
He delivered her now, very safely, to more her kind!
And now like others, used and discarded, she now awaits her annihilation!
Sitting by the window,
Staring at the crimson sunset,
She always dreamt!
And one day dreaming so,
She never woke up!
Everyone said it was old age!
But the truth....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a last leaf on the tree...pity how it's been treated, how arogant...never look back on the memories and worth of its glory of her time...truth this exist! ! !