Kill not your own mother, my dear.
Your mother is your creator and
She is not a stranger.
Your mother lives in you and
You live for and because of your mother.
Mother fills your body and mind
With all lights and love.
As you see your mother is always happy
And the source of her happiness is
In giving everything to you and
Not in taking from you.
See your mother, she is real,
Here life is a life of complete dedication.
See your mother, she never takes fees for
Her smile and service and see
Her work is her relaxation.
Kill not your mother, my dear,
Your mother is not here to die,
Your mother is still alive, see.
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