My mother said-
I can bear any heavy thing
But a liar.
Let me see, how I am living
As the son of my mother,
And how I am ready to respect her words.
It is true,
My mother is overburden with me,
As I am inclined to
Other languages.
Hell, poverty, even
The ocean of distress
Are nothing so harmful as
Falsehood.
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