Wild Garment

She is a wild garment
Tore for others

With a deep trench in her heart

She smiles for the world

Before the sun up

She rises& and light up the world

With the light of her heart

No proletariat, no singer, no chef,

No one, no one can resemble her

  

The serene  snake

Who swallowed 

Human heart

Is a little child

For her

The destiny

Which have ruined the prettiest creations

Is a toy story for her

She remains tranquil though thunderous

Her voice is calm

Though it's in the zenith of bursting

  

Sacrifice has become her duty

Work has become her game

Tears are a part of hear

Still a pleasing smile

Drifts from her lips

Even when she is crumpled in berserk hands

Even when is trodden under cunning feet

Her heart beats for others

Her hands move for the world

For the world

For the people

She lives as a molten rock

A wild garment

Tore for others