Wow!
poor mum
she carries in and out
inside the unborn
outside the new born
the poor mum
she hops with loads
the weighing belly
dampens not
her urge to find
greener grounds
still i wonder
my heart with pity
moved, totally moved am I
the mammal's plight
the saddening sight
new milk for new born
old milk for the sister born
how could the poor being
manage the burden of offsprings
sweet little hopping bag
jumping around in tender laps
baby wonders
mum surrenders
baby's pride
mum's stride
baby's magic globe
mum's battling throb..............
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem