Most beautiful - my mother,
It is God who has created my mother,
I love my mother most
And God love me for that.
I know God is crying for me,
I know I am doing all works
In open and I incur sin
I know God is forgetting
And forgiving me.
Here is the God with me
Who is searching where I am.
And I am opening the God's album
In front of all in broad day light,
With words - give me a fight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem