A person can not be more wretched
than when he is torn apart between two persons
and the persons are the mother and the wife.
Mother delivers and nurtures your father's progeny.
The wife delivers and nurtures your progeny.
Is it the fight of the womb!
The wombs both have to deliver
for a man's quest to eternity.
Strange are the ways of life.
Life begets life.
And life kills life too.
Must the chain of delivery
pass through the spasms
in its journey to eternity?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem