After all it is a drama
Motherhood and family:
Past, present and future
Enchanted by divine magic -
Love played as a game
Participants often driven mad
By promises and deceits
With winners at a loss from
Qualities and distinctions
Impermanence and emptiness.
She promises to be fair
But at the end is self-serving.
Hold on to her craft regardless
Rise with the flood tide
And drift back on the ebb.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem