Excuse me, mother,
Really I know not
How to worship you.
Are you separate
From me, my dear mother
That I know not.
All day long I am
With you, with
The dust of your feet.
For me, you are
The truth and only
Truth here, my dear mother.
And I am hearing you,
Your silent words,
That is taking my care
While I am here and there.
Am I so qualified
Who can write about
His own mother in words?
Excuse me, O my mother,
I have no other world,
Other than you.
I have no word that can
Able to reveal the truth,
Besides your love and you.
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Nice tribute to mother. Mothers are blessed. They always bless their children.