The time was to consider the The time was to consider the chequered
days of her life.
She raved her child with
suffice spill a bloody hate against
She slated to wipe the little soul;
Strangled for a dark love.
Its made a guffaw in her mind.
She was in a dream, a new love affair and
Her new changes.
She went for her outlasting, awful and
Encomium love affair with her new crony.
She prized him by killing her son;
She removed their obstacles.
Her child it was the pulchritude of
Her chiffon and tatter.
It was made only a frazzle in her eyes,
she blindly tore it.
She consumed her child
She battered and scorched her child with
Diabolic and wallowed heart.
She bugged for chummy, effusive and
Knotty preposterous and ducked
That crooked into a punitive answer.
Heard a wooden clamour from her
That was not lucrative
It didn't ever vindicate her confession.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem