This is the last chance
Of the reflection of a woman
Who's pregnante of a wish
The wish of having,
Loving and dying for you
Her cut-brown hair,
She doent know her name,
Comforted lines on her face,
Suffering of aborting her babies
This is her last chance
She's gonna bear months
To bear her baby
No matter if she dies
This is her last chance
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A powerful and emotional piece, Negar. Thanks