You should be under
Your own control sir.
You should be
harmonica-l to you.
Nothing to show
extra-care sir,
that raises doubts.
I see Aisha
beaten by her mother,
weeps to her.
O my dear, You are
my mother and also father
and I am here beaten by you
and I am doing my own good.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem