The day ends with an endless cry;
Pain is reluctant to wither;
The only thing I hear that night;
Is the helpless voice of her.
There is no time to relax yourself;
No time spare to let tire out.
'Try and Push' shouted the nurse;
Then only you can feel n hear.
Hear the sweetest sound of your life;
Sweeter than the music of Heaven.
And you can hold up in your own hand;
The softest ball of tallow and Love.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem