When you hit a woman,
You attack your first home..
The holy womb..
That held you tight,
In comfort and delight..
When you injure her..
You hurt the ovaries,
That gave you life..
Where you were designed,
Shaped and formed..
When you make her suffer..
You break the cradle,
Of the arms and lap…
Where you rested and slept,
All secure and warm…
Author ~ Samin Jan
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I would like to translate this poem
very true..well written...poem is very nice too