From inception we're friends
There in private living together
Thinking nothing'll put us asunder
Till I'm seen as a vile fiend
Through me you wine and dine
I connect you to the outer world
Against you I never raise a word
For I see you amicably as mine
For nine moons you lean on me
And I kindly providing all you need
Nurturing you like a mustard seed
Hoping soon to have with you a glee
You grow head bowel and limbs
Through me you hear medic's voice
The planters plan to buy you toys
When they see you on me limp
Uterus and its wall are my witness
Their sights see my whole care
Must I be rewarded with this snare
For being kind even in my distress
Obeying the wilful wish of their Lord
Who tells them I belong to the grave
They with a blade cut the fleshy chord
And with tears I part with the Naive
Beneath the ground meekly I lie
Seeing him blessed with a damn
Having learnt the world is a sly
He regrets but happy I am
They lure me out of my hood
Cut my fleshy strength and might
For they want him join their hood
And enjoy their unnatural fright.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A blade! ! Unnatural fright. Nice piece of work.