I Will Not Keep You In An Old Age Home Mom, Original: Dipti Deori Borah, Translated By Rupa Phukon Saikia Poem by Dipti Deori Borah

It is not an ending of these talks Mom ....
far away from you ....
To blooming my wishes, my dreams,
a distance between you and me

Every night in hostel when I make my bed ....
wouldn't tell you once more Mom ...
My desire meal is in your hand ......
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Oh Mom, whenever I throw my dress to the bed ....
I forget that you are far away from me
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Sometimes I feel that you are shouting ....
I look back, nobody is there .....
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In holiday I will go to home ....
I will bring something for you from
that money you gave me
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I will gift you a dress if I get a job
I know that you will refuse to take it
I know that
you will be happy if I get a job
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Oh Mom
I remember you
Don't be sad
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Even thousands struggles can not separate from you .....

The home which belongs to you,
belongs to me as well
The home which belongs to me,
also belongs to you as well
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Don't be afraid to read the newspapers
I know that
you call me when you read about that old age home news
Don't think about the old age home
I will not keep you in an old age home Mom
I never keep ...

Oh Mom sing that song ...I will sleep in my hostel bed ..

" our baby will sleep now
The plum tree ......."