Be the sweet and cool breeze,
Lept over, past the mountains and the sea,
Be the sleek and shiny star,
Throwing its beauty down the way so far.
Be it all the beauty, the nature could gather,
Could see it all, In the caress of beloved Mother.
For the withered heart and the fallen soul,
Neither the words of wisdom can, nor the time could,
For the dead conscience and evil risen too,
Will the teacher and preacher fail, and no heavenly soul can do.
But the beloved mother, she can cure,
She can bless the heart and soul, can turn the evil pure.
Walking by her side, life been blessed,
Seeking her love, life is blossomed,
The infancy, the youth and the age,
Every moment she loves and she cares.
She is beautiful beloved mother an angel on the earth,
Yet oceans be thy ink, no enough to speak her worth.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful.mother is the great blessing of God Almighty indeed..