Let anyone claim?
And be in game
The ultimate victory goes
The tale of success also flows
Mother sands victorious
Her name is famous
She is in our blood
Our vanes flow with her food s
I doubt if male can sacrifice so much
He may stand by and verbally preach
The sufferings shall be borne by female
She will take full care not to fail
The child too remembers from firs breathe
Even though the wind has changed enough
The mother has remained same
Whether she is modern or ill famed
The poverty never affects
The child certainly gets
Same care and affection
Such is mother's bond and relation
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Let anyone claim? And be in game