Her mother is a midwife
and she is a nanny to her far relative.
He collects pumpkins hastily for the sunday fair.
Do you think a street vendor sees pleasant dreams?
Anyhow please do not get surprised
if a street vendor marries a nanny
and she delivers precious children safely
as her mother knows the job perfectly.
Still the pumpkins grow in the yard
and the vendor collects them without any bargaining.
Nimal, I don't know what to say! I am so touched by this dedication! Honestly, what a sweet thing to do. A beautiful poem.......the work of a true poet. I thank you from the bottom of my heart! Sincerely, Mary
Once again you have created a small world that is consistent with your culture and your rich imagination. Very skillfully written, Nimal. Regards, Sandra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
The pumpkin seems to relate to the growth of a baby, the midwife, capable of nurturing in the garden of life, very clever this one Love duncan X