she is splendid dance
but she is called the beautiful disaster
she can steal away your heart
in a matter of minutes shell tear it apart
yet you blame her for the one thing she didn't do
& it broke her heart, do you have a clue?
she was long before the beauty queen
a perfect mother & a sister as you had seen
but something on her way made her all bad
and yet u defy to be fully sad
she has a young girl bought up with out a father,
& now are you gonna bring her up with out a mother?
how would she survive without tearing apart?
& you all know it would tear her from the heart...
her mother would perfectly raise her up
& all those flaws she would hide in her up
give her a chance to prove herself
and don't just put her on a suspicious shelf
she will get better from her mother
because she will be always there for her
Self help is the best help as a corollary to your poem but Allah must give us puerile people chances so that we prove ourselves to be human beings.Well written.Motherly emotions are also heartfelt and heart-rending.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a bit sad and hard to do.....but well expressed.... nice :)