(Dedicated to all who have tasted motherhood)
I wandered off
A search for truth and light
To the place where the river of truth flushes lies
I found it bathing in the middle of the river
It was priceless as the kadulup
It shines brighter than the Sirius
As tender as the limbs of an immature spinach
Yet braver than the Asian lion
There it was standing so strong
It was a mother…