Male Mother Poem by Abdul Wahab
Male Mother
I had a bun in the oven
From which I suffered the pain
Out of desperation I took a knife
Straight I went to the room of operation
What a nice Anglo-Indian baby I got
The pain and suffering, I all forgot
I wiped the face and cut the cord
Still in it remained lots of errors
Yet with all of its defects and deformities
My mind dazzles and heart pounds
My joy knows no bounds,
I am extremely happy
I feel pride for being a mother of a baby.
the skin of gold and eyes blue Anglo-Indian by birth but her scope is the world and she will make u proud
Yes Wahabji each poet goes through poem while creating a poem. You composed little cute poem with immense feelings. It wonderful work from you. Fantastic write!
Hunger and the food bun of course anglo indian nice to taste the bun
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 10:53:44 AM # 1.0.0.1119
these are emotions only a mother will experience. With a bun in the oven a lovely verse is created, An excellent metaphor Wahab. 10*