In childhood
I depend
On my mother
Without mother
Life is unimaginable.
I grow up
And am married
I am the husband
To my wife
And now see
I do not like
My mother much,
Rather, I am
Indifferent to her.
O my dear,
You are my mother.
My wife is my
Prosperity my pleasures.
O my dear, I realize
You are the reality
And the eternal truth
Let me take to your path
So as to enable me not to fall.
this is the way life is. In a way wife beomes like a mother too.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sir..I like this poem..maybe because I am dependent on my mother too :)