Maa, You are white,
White is your saree.
Maa, you know the art
How to make me sleep.
Maa, give me knowledge,
Knowledge, how to lead
The life like the swan.
Maa, life is the bed of
Thorns, maa, and it is you
Who is ready to give peace
Without being mourns.
Maa, You have kept the sound
That has nectar and you are trying
To make the life brighter and brighter.
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