I have written a poem
For the mother, but
The mother is illiterate,
Not being able to
Write and read,
But she knows better
How to love and
Treat others.
Mother knows well
The living strategic
And the magic of life
Through love.
All truth are there
With the mother
And the mother knows well
Where to use the truth.
I have written a poem
About the mother
And the mother has gone mad
And I am not giving
Proper care on this earth.
I can't say
Where is my mother at present,
And how can I tell you
The meaning of this poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
For mother let us do everything, dear men