Drizzle rain sobbing,
Jasmine fragrant from her hair
Vanished in the air.
Heavy rain stabbing,
Her silver hair bun skewer
Submerged in the flood.
Eye ponds overflow
At the edge of sore wrinkles,
Recalling mother.
Age and youth as weight of age increasing youth from peak decreasing and like this way cycle of life goes on Its a kind of promotion baby daughter darling sweet love, finally mother the highest rank attained grand post are honorary nice poem we must tie a knot to remember/ the fate of human kind or livings are such A open fate all know
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write mother with the ageing process still beautiful