Author A. K. Ramanujan In his fields overspread with sweet-basil, crabs leave their females to go eat the soft stem of the bindweed: O how can he be like this, mother, knowing neither me nor those others? Rate this poem Select ratingGive it 1/5Give it 2/5Give it 3/5Give it 4/5Give it 5/5 No votes yet Rate Log in or register to post comments