Like a cobra
Beneath the shadow of sugar cane plants
I was.
My child was in my lap.
He was sucking milk from my breast.
Leaves were behaving like a natural fan for me.
Sun was going to set in the west but
It was till 30 degree away from the horizon.
One cobra came & went away nearby me.
I scared a bit for a moment but
became normal next moment.
A male fellow worker came near by me,
Who was showing him self busy in other works
But he was stealthily seeing nude part of my breast.
He was looking like a cobra to me at that time.
I ignored him.
Because such incidents are common
for people like me in the fields.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem