In her hidden furrows
She cultivates copious
Crop of pain
A harvest of rainbows
She shares with the world;
Her offspring danced to
The symphony of colours
Untouched pain manifested
In sparkling smiles...
A marked poem on the credit of an excellent poet! the images of harvest and cultivation can best tell the world what a mother does!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
simply say the essence of motherhood