A small little girl was she...
Giving a birth to a small he...
Smiling and Playing was she few months ago...
Standing unknowingly how her life would go...
Not knowing whom to curse...
and Not knowing who gave her him...
Neither could she keep him...
Nor could she leave him...
Standing in the shores of an ocean...
Holding him lightly in her hands....
She closed her eyes for a moment...
To only realise that violence was on her mind...
She held him within herself for months...
Struggling and battling through her life...
Withstanding through the pain she was offered...
A little dropp of tear flowed down her eyes..
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Very nice poem Mr Kumar, still happening to this day in many poor countries.