You think that a woman is writing a verse
Above a thick table she’s hastily leaning.
But not in the house, in heart humble words,
Even in the kitchen while making a dinner.
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And as for a child, for its fate she is frightened. I like the end.
Wonderfully expressed, the trial and tribulations of a woman poet and for what she is taking such pains- - - Rejecting all vanity plans of the world The higher existence by her soul she is touching Her verse is begetting love of Universe And as for a child, for its fate she is frightened.- - - - - - - - - - - 10/10