The other day, -it was a pretty girl,
With her light shooting face seemed a pearl,
I did not saw her in person,
Yet she impressed me with her motherly motion,
She prayed and wished my vagabond to grow in sprit,
Brother, -he addressed, me and I could not but her greet
Such spirit infusing words from a sister,
Reawaken my enthusiasm, and administer,
Her sisterly love and care to a distant brother.
Hey Linda in you I find the image of my mother
I began to muse on the new prelude,
The God in me unlocked the mood.
We all are God’s sons and daughters,
With His care He nourishes and fosters.
So I learnt from pretty Linda,
We are all brothers and sisters is my present Agenda.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem