Treasure Island

gajanan mishra

(3rd April 19sixty / Tikapali, Patnagarh, Balangir, Odisha, India now at Tapobana, Titilagarh, Odisha, India)

My Mother Alive


My mother symbol of peace alive
My mother my guide my eyes alive
My mother the greatest alive
My mother first and foremost alive
I am getting heaven at my reach with my mother
My mother alive
I love my mother my mother love me
My mother my love
It is for my mother I am here
O my mother, You are more than God
You are my respiration
You are my blood my flesh my food
I love You my nation
It is for You I am doing here
Everything day and night
Without any tension.

Submitted: Monday, March 18, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, March 19, 2013

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