The little child looks at his mother,
Aspiring to get her love and affection,
But the mother is busy at her trivial work,
She has no time to think about her son.
The child becomes impatient
And accuses his mother with his gloomy eyes,
Still the mother is indifferent,
As if she is devoid of her motherly feelings,
Being despondent, the child curses the dark fashion of time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem