Woman is in love with man
Till she gets a child of him,
Since when she keeps him in love
For his role as a father.
Once the child is an adult
Or the man is of no use
Her love for him would decline
With love for man not waning.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
There is a lot of underlying disbelief in this piece and is obviously how you feel life goes, i am a woman and adore my son and man as much as the days i first laid my eyes on them....