when all she want is to love
words of hate rushed out from her mouth
When to hug is what she craved
extended hands receive but cold stare
When all she knows is to love and care and love again
she come across as one sans any care
her mathematics of love and care all wrong
she yearned for quiet companionship
mothering the child
her thoughtless, hurtful tongue lashing away
inspite of herself, inspite of her will
she hurts more than she loves
in her effort to love and care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem