Mother!
O' Mother, let me offer you garland of water petals
Which I interlace with my deepest pain
Soul flowers which blooms in May summer
Yet sympathy, I grieved, couldn't knit chain of white lilies.
Mother!
O ‘ Mother let me offer you my solemn love
Which I collected in my little palms, with my hardest spirit
White flowers which powerful denotes your purity and sacredness
Yet today, I have no courage to grieve with such traditional flower.
Mother!
O' Mother let me offer you bouquet of carnation, on your grave
Which I pluck with my blood and flesh to grace thy honor
Those red flowers which bloom, to calm dead soul in heaven
Yet, , today I preserve my heartache journey to reward thou glory.
Mother!
O 'Mother let me offer you chain of gladiolus
Which I weave with my love and compassion
Flower which embraces elegance and grandeur of your divine face
Let me keep your head up, with your beautiful representation
Mother!
O mother,
Let me bestow my delicate mourning, with strength and unique character
Which I bequeath with pearls of roses, chrysanthemum and sapphire of hyacinth
Forget me not, for I tend to shy away from my sensitive emotions
Mother, O mother let me weep silently with my half heart, on your lap of grave!
Priyanka Raj
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