Question

At night when you smile
In your dreams
Your face buried
In the dark curly hair of your son
Your breaths inhale him
As if he were not
A knot of flesh and bone
But a pot of honey
Which will ooze
For a lifetime
Drop by drop
On my your and your ancestors
Thirsty yearning tongues

you do not know
At that very time
A black bulbul quietly
Rises from the trash pile
My unborn daughter
Rips open my womb
with her sharp beak
probes the folds of my flesh
And says to me
Hide me here
in this umbrous retreat
The fowlers pursue me
Upset with my being
I must keep alive my song
I have promised this
To that woman
Who first birthed me

can someone summarize it plz? ​

Answer 1

Answer:

from which poem is this taken