O mother,
Remember the first time i called you,
Those were the first words from my mouth...
Little words of love and care
Were the only things i sought
Out came those magical words.
That made me closer to you and your world,
Of you and me and all i seek
To love and care, though i was weak
You caught my hand and taught me life
All the time, my leading light.
I was a stranger at first,
But now i know my way.
I fly away, leaving my mother
To reach first, in the race today
Though i know its not the way,
To treat my angel, for her pay.
This is today’s cycle of life,
O mother! I owe you my life! !
-yadu
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
da last 6th line shows the stark reality