Forsaken work days
A long lasted pain
With her, she carried me around
Until that long nine months ride ends
Takes patience and commitment to grow a plantation
Exposure to droughts left me rotten, not to cut off
Instead she kept watering hoping for fruitfulness in me
Ooh! Mother I venerate you
When I stepped in thorns, she pulled me off
Stroke by strong sunrays, she brought the shadow
Exposed to brutal lions, she sent me to the holy temple
Someone to live for, a hero, a role model are characters she possess
This is love, real love
Mother, I salute you
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