My mother is a woman with ten tongues That is why she raves incessantly Unmindful whether it’s day or night! I run from home to bazaar Muddle-headed on lanes and streets Like an owner-less dog; When I returned she fumed again “Offspring of sin why don’t you die At least other children die by swallowing poison”, I became so angry my blood boiled, From my heart my pulse bounced in and out.