Girl, I see you near the river,
Flowing down is your tears,
The heavy breathing of the running water,
I have seen you there after every affair.
Girl, I see you near the valley,
That is surrounded by the tall trees,
You are always afraid of shades of folly,
I have seen you pushing your heavy trolly.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Nice projection of insecurity of young girls and women in this barbaric society. Thanks for the nice poem.