The earth is my lovely home
With sun-clock I rise everyday
And I go to sleep with moon-ice.
I have my own time to repair
The bridge of work-seasons.
And here dear I try my level best
To stay transparent to keep
Myself fresh with so much
Flowers and fruits.
And always I want to move up
Towards the top to reach to
A higher position, know not
Though where is it with normal
Weather conditions.
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Contemplative and soothing elegy for our dear mother, it is all our home, the mother of life, and you honor her with this poem. You have climbed high indeed!