Mother Without Breasts

I live as orphan but I am not orphan I live with mother but she is no mother Her fingers cannot feed me, her child As she is a mother without breasts Whenever visitors come she gives all And those in granaries she donates Her resources feed other persons As she is a mother without breasts When I complain with tears in my eyes And tell her to care for me as a duty Her mind cannot understand the wisdom As she is a mother without breasts I sit alone under Acacia tree, eyes swollen Stomach burning with pains of hunger But Acacia is barren as a breast-less mother To give birth to offspring gladly, willingly Is a divine duty that motherhood prides over But a mother without breasts to feed Is a rare curse the earth sees once a century A pumpkin that is not picked and cooked in grandmother’s pot lived for nothing.