Mother is our perfect giver of bliss.
Victor she is ever we never miss.
Her boons beautifully flow from far.
Mother is fortune she is shining star.
Cool wind touches mind mother is kind.
In her affection and love she does bind.
Outstanding poem she is very pleasing,
Importance of mother we are realizing.
Hail to Great Mother, hail to Motherland
Ever bearing she is ever rearing in hand.
Pouring bliss and blessing she nurtures
She brings great fortune say searchers.
In sweet smile here minds get ideas thus
Sweet spring flows with green crops for us.
We remain in this wonderful nature sure.
She nurtures and she takes us in path pure.
In great victory in love she ever does care,
She takes us in righteous mood we feel air.
Sharing her views she teaches love more,
Mother is ever in mind she remains in core.
Note: This poem is based on review comments written on poems titled, "Mother, Hail! and Vande Mataram, " by Bankim Chandra Chattopadhyay as a tribute to the poems and poet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem