I cannot see your face
Even, I cannot talk with you
Do you know? That has hurt me, burnt me, and looted my hope
Please, turn off your face to remain me silence
Oh my child, Come to me
Give me pain; take me to my back again and again
Almighty has taken him away from me
Let me remember seeing your face my past golden
Don't be disagree, my dear child
To receive one coin from my side
I was giving him one, two coins
He was giving me such a bane
God has given now more than ones
I am living with million orphans
"She and he" are sitting, eating and roaming
Giving me pleasures, enjoying my hours
Oh God! You are really great, you are also clever
You have given me strength and power
I was suppose to look after one or two
You have given me lovely millions only for thou
Copyright @ Dr. Bedadyuti Sahoo (Dt: 27.02.2020)
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