A tear drop
For your worn out dresses
And bent shoes
Of better days gone
A tear for you
Who rebuke the kids
For their cries of necessities
And their mother's
Who has to be a mother
A drop for you too
Who trek long distances
To work and return back to meet
The light disconnected
And quit notice
From the landlord.
(Saturday 18th December,1999,5.12pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A touch of class and intellectual prowess.
Thank you brother