Mothers -

Purananuru 276

That dignified old woman,

with white hair
that has given up
all fragrant things,

and withered breasts
with nipples like eyes
crinkled as the ironwood seed,

she has a much-loved son who, all alone,

like a drop of curd
flicked by a childish milkmaid's
curdling a whole pitcher of milk,

brought grief
to an army of enemies.
Author of original: 
Maturai Marutan Ilanakanar
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