So weak so helpless,
Really I am here.
See mother, I am
Flying for shelter.
Here I am bewildered
By so many rules
And regulations and
Injunctions and scriptures.
Help me, my dear mother,
Help me, and make me shine.
If I am wicked, mother,
But you are never
Unjust and unkind to
Any creature.
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