Odisha-My Mother - Poem by Tuna Biswal
I say it proud my mother is Orissa,
Always who keep awake in full amnesia.
From her loin I was born;
Is happy to bear my generation.
Her old sons brought her prosperity;
Came home all smiling brought gaiety.
All who came here She embraced as sons;
Could not leave her abode lost in her affection.
From far off places many came as guest;
After living a decade each became host.
She never grows old, poor time feels sad;
For ever She is bold who never say us bad.
Her children thousand scatter all over globe;
Her sand and sun glitter eternal color of love.
No more kings rule her, yet chained in pain;
No core wings cage her, yet maimed as insane.
I need a doctor to cure my ailing mother;
My father says not an easy task She forbear.
Advise noble then gave he to isolate my mother;
Novice fable no support came stays away my brother.
She dies of hunger, yet feeds her babies belly full.
When her baby grows older starts prowl and crawl
Yet, She loves him as She is his mother;
Let She love me for ever nor I shall not prosper.
Mr. Tuna Biswal
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