I love the blooming flowers
And they also love me,
Whenever I stay with them
They give me their beauty.
I enjoy the twitter of the birds
So, I run after to see,
Whenever they get a chance
They sing before me.
I love my mother too much
As I love my God also,
Then, who is the richest one?
Do you know?
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