I was born a hard worker
Toiling to get everything better
Crying whenever it got tough
Shedding tears of struggling
Failing at times making them laugh
But never giving up at all
Mother, you never taught me giving up!
But,
Ever since I saw her
This girl that by the day
Kills me slowly, softly, sweetly
Killing also the struggling instinct
Making me weak, laden with heat
She is no ordinary girl mum
Beautifully so
That face, that voice, that body
Oh my! Oh! Oh! Oh!
I’ll always want her
Even now, I want her!
She is king and queen to me
Paradoxical yes, but true nonetheless
And I,
I’m her slave, always doing her bidding
And you ask why?
Mama, I can’t risk loosing her
For the person I have become
Forgive me mama
For the person I’ll always be
Forgive me mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
SWEEET! .....heartwarming! ! ! ....the last 4 lines specially are good... -Nia Riz