Comments about Kuda Bondamakara
Every Mother, Is My Own!
Fascinated by the love of a mother;
The seraphs of heaven whisper to one another
"Blessed are ye all mothers;
For your love in times of trouble soothes".
And in the comfort of every mother's wings;
Is protection from dangers that make us cringe.
Since those days that she used to sing;
Just to make us sleep; we are like kings.