My tribulation is that
I am not able to use
My mother-tongue anywhere.
If I am going to lodge
A complain they said;
Stupid, why are you so worry!
Listen the king
What he is telling.
I am not able to think
There is any other king
Besides mother's love.
I am not here to admit
Interference of any one
Besides the mother.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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