Thoughts
Women are the heroes
We have
they nurture our kin and blood
Their soft and tender selves
are trust enough
for the cleansing of the stupidity of man,
they work hard and tight to make sure
we retire the day in great comfort
When we emerge from
our hovels of morbidity,
we are embraced by
their thoughts and energised
by their prayers
they are the heroes behind
the heroes the world chooses
to recognise.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem