Her world
Even if you use sea as an ink
You will still blink
Words may find no place
If mother is made choice
No object on land
Even your close friend
May compete with mother
As she is your creator
She has given you shape
Always remained awake and did not sleep
Till your cry voice was heard
She had found her world
What did she do?
Her joy was found through
Your birth on this lovely land
You were her simple end
World had stopped at her gate
You were luck and fate
She simple took you in lap
Fed with her own milk and even slapped
So she is your god
Who has always rod
On quite new fancy
You are now her vision and dreamy world
Even if you use sea as an ink You will still blink Words may find no place If mother is made choice
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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