And
Difficulty is labour-pain
Out of the lustful stains
To deliver a babe
Difficult even more
The difficulty of the babe
Surrendered or abandoned
And
Much more difficult
The difficulty of the fosterer
Be a true revealer to the babe
Difficult the most
Living an untrue life
With untrue peace
The fostered babe
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
the hurt of that babe last's atleast till she grows up to undestand the world...till then it is all alone..a lovely write..itake it into my favs