Girl and boy in a ball.
In pleasure and ecstasy they move from wall to wall.
She rests her head upon his chest.
Their passionate action done,
She needs rest.
He leaves as quiet as he came.
His sweet words were not in vain.
She had grown tired of condemnation.
He replaces that with sheer elation.
Her cycle lost and worst fears realized.
'I am pregnant', he is utterly surprised.
He disappears she is alone and pushed away.
Now stomach full she must push in dismay.
One nights play gave birth to this day.
Not tears of joy in the moment.
She runs to water for it acts as a solvent.
The squirming baby her disgrace in town.
Dont cry baby, please in silence drown.
Streets are filled with sewerage, there is a block.
They move to seek the problem in a hurry they flock!
Drain opened, they cannot fathom the sight and the pain.
A woman screams there is a baby in the drain!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a sensitive portrayal in powerful imagery.