Her child, she can scold and slap.
Others should not even frown on it.
It is the motherly love.
The grand child, I won’t scorn or frown.
And can’t bear her mother’s chiding.
It is the grandpa’s love.
Which love is deep?
The mother loves her child for her in future.
Grandpa loves it, though his end is not far.
Which love is great?
20.01.2001, Pmdi
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