She touched her organic body
once again, when walking, as the
tormenting strains of the Dirt babies
shook inside her organic body
making her feel quivering of rings,
the feeling of water waves.
Yes, it was the religion of her fore-fathers to adore
the man worthy of her care and affection.
The medicine was her benediction,
candle lamp her head nurse of honour
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem