Woe man some say
Worth’s man I’d say
Nine months, in you world exist
Accept as a part of you and never resist.
Cause you burden but still protect it
Day and night, you bless it
For this, good things you deserve in return
Thus, from you world steal in turn
Handsome, beautiful, hero and clever
We are called days after birth, however
All these we stole in you before birth
And with you we have no dearth.
Now, are we to say woman or woe man?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
nice write with a feministic blend