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