An infant that is being breast fed by a blind mother,
A deaf and dumb woman doesn't know her child's father,
Millions, billions or trillions years ago she cannot remember,
There was no time no January no June, no July, no December,
Someone loved her and she started reproducing the life,
From amoeba to the intelligent man like a beautiful wife,
Looks now tired fed up of her too long unending duty,
Though even at this old age she is still an amazing beauty!
Wishing to suspend it to have some rest and a peaceful sleep,
Doesn't know how long will it be and how much it may be deep,
Depends on the father when he's excited for a new romance,
Alas! We shall be no more to listen to the new music and dance!
I gave it 4 stars and sent to my favorites. : ) btw, I submitted my July 2022 showcase & hope it shows up soon. bri ;)
sir, it's an outstanding poem. My pleasure revisiting this galactic poem.
A very thought provoking poem so beautifully crafted. A great poem.
and I WANT TO SEND Akhtar a message but am unable to do so. Hmm? Akhtar, can YOU contact ME? ? bri : )
i WANT TO LEAVE A COMMENT ON Tolerance POEM'S PAGE BUT i FIND NO SPACE TO LEAVE A COMMENT. : (
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My friend, Akhtar, I like this Galaxy Woman. I wonder if YOU are the Galaxy Man (or G. Amoeba) . Hmm?