she was the one who prayed to god for a son.
worshipped idols sfter idols
overjoyed hearing the news.
felt the beating of life in her belly.
reached heaven when saw his face.
feed her blood from the breast.
toiled in kitchen to satisfy his tastebuds.
became prod when he conquered heights.
stands by window bars looking aimlessly.
in her old age lying helplessly in the bed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem