The clinic went bankrupt
There’s no more abortion
She’s remained pregnant
At her desk her head rests
You can hear her murmur
“I had no plan for a child.”
Friends come one by one
Each of them has own mind
“Why not go to that town? ”
Said first and gave address
Second came with mention
“My boyfriend can be help”
The third came, fourth also
“It will be fun; have a baby,
Live like I; the single mom.”
Uncombed hair like web net
Her face pale, eyebrows wild
Eyelids branch on them rain;
Looks like a bear in hibernate.
Well-dressed, faithful friend:
“God gives life so gives food”
She had heard an old saying:
“He who’s able to give us tooth
Is the provider; gives the bread”
Politely she withheld inside her
“You’re faithless; Lord punishes
You have replaced sex for faith”
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem