Our mother is a pretty woman with firm belly, <br />Everyone astonished with her beauty and tranquility, <br />She has her treasures in multitude colors, <br />Mothered the children of naked fathers, <br />She is kind and obedient, when she is happy, <br />She is generous and lovely when she is cool. <br />She is funny and bully when she is naughty, <br />She is timid and tolerant when she is drowsy, <br />She lets us to dig out her treasures, deep in the heart, <br />She watches us felling her companions of green and tall, <br />She tolerates with us making holes in her veil, <br />She keeps quiet, when we soil her blue blood, <br />She is a wonderful woman, keeping her modesty, <br />Until she adjusts her meditating position, <br />And then she opens her cute mouth to yawn: <br />Children of bastard fathers <br />Children born out of incest and rape, <br />As there was a man and a woman, <br />Created by the Gods of Human, <br />Calling her cruel and adulterous, <br />For she spews the lava and then rocks..<br /><br />veeraiyah subbulakshmi<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fatigue-13/
