Mr


One who is wise, kind and source of love
remember the person,
on this occasion.

To whom people call 'mother '
Is the essence of yourself
It is the starting point of your world.

You are wandering in the world
far a drop of happiness
that is the ocean of happiness
which you forgot.

Your happiness is not with you
it comes as a return from others
the largest source is there
where it clusters

It is the word meant for sacrifice
everything sacrificed for you
same became empty
people think what an unluck

You pondered in the ocean of whom
same wants a drop of love from you
but you have lack of even a drop
how she might feel.

How can you confront
with the ocean of kindness
you are also in the same way
in the same world

Remember the source
of which you are part
call her once
your heart is connected

Mother mother mother
this is a lovely word
add rest of all words
but this one is special.

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