she's the core love of a poet,
beautiful, serene, she...
but no more her beauty remains,
for she's being murdered..
murdered by her children..
the ones who used to play..
play in her lap.. play with her..
they've grown up to be her murderer..
she wants to survive... but she can't.
for she's powerless..
She got an eternal place in each heart..
everyone loves her.. gazes at her charming beauty..
but she's been killed..
she's not a mother, neither a sister,
nor a lover...
but she's an utopia of every mind..
she's our Mother Nature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem