How your blandishments made me eat food
how you put a smile on your face even if I were rude
how you taught me to grow when I was a kid
today I thank you for all that you did.
I remember the days you used to teach me rhymes
taught me to be good, never dissolute in crimes
and taught, how to find morals from tales
which still helps me regain when I grow pale.
'Come my child' you used to say and I always refused
Never caring about you, in my own work mused.
But now my doors are open mother, I am in pain
Just come thru' the doors and bless me again.
Wipe my tears and accept my praise.
and let me relive my old childhood days.
when I call old memories i find them blurred.
Mother, GET ME BACK INTO THAT OLD WORLD..
get me back into that 'old world'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem