Blood and toiling sweat flying,
Running deep, frustration rising,
Body aching, headache banging,
Keep, keep pushing…
Gripping, gripping,
Grasping, screaming, yelling,
Yelling…
Stopped. Silence.
The baby is a boy,
Sigh. He is alive,
Gasp. The mother,
Is not… why?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
How does one explain the inexplicable?