Your mouth is such a rosy treat
As they open and then meet
And your eyes are so radiant bright
Like the early morning sunlight.
You strands are brilliant black
As they cascade down your back
Your chin and cheek and all
Can any day beat a Barbie doll.
These were the very words crooned
By a proud and rooting mother crow
Happily grooming her young one
High up on a tamarind bow.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem