My Mother Has Her Own Poem by Gajanan Mishra

My mother has her own
Internal illusory potency
And hence I called him Janani.

I love my mother very much
And hence I kept her in my heart,
No, no, excuse me for the
Wrong words and sentence used,
She is always in my heart.

I am incapable son, and unable to
Fulfill her dreams, even
I am unable to use her language
In all or any purposes, I am
So unqualified nonsense.

My mother is always creative,
But see me, I am the rascal
Not able to do anything
Even for my own land and
For the land, I live in.

My mother, dear mother,
Excuse me for my disobedience
Even to the law of the land
And laws of nature.