Who is she
And her role
In building
Your life.
She is your mother
She is your sister
She is your own half
She is she
Ask not anything.
And who is she?
Think within you
Here and also there
Where you are.
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All to recite dear
Poetry is not songs.One line poetry isSufficient toPicture life.Measure not wordsBut imagine the manometer.
Sons and daughters
Go not forMaterial pleasure.Stay happy withWhat you haveThere in nature.And knowController.Everything is here,Sons and daughtersCome togetherTo avail the scopeAnd timeOne after another.
Inward and outward
Want to move both.At every sideI want to see youFor truth.Simple thing isI am fully yours.Our componentsAll one.We are all one,One clay one glare.And hence I acceptYour lovely words in full.
Go on fighting
Care not the cash crunch,That is not an issueTo feel sorrow.Sophism isIn no way helpful,But stay cautious, dear.Sometimes so many thingsHappen, but we are toSomehow cross over itWith our inner strength.We are to drive outAll somnolence from us.
Body is really
Every living creature.This body is createdBy the mother with loveOf mother language.If you love your mother really,Dedicate your body completelyTo the mother language,Disregarding your own comfort, dear men.This indeed is the dutyOf all true son of the soil.Repay the debt of the motherBefore death.
First – my mother,
First – mother earth.For the above threeMy life is here,And I am living.I am fortunate, they allMake me fit to live.