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MOTHER – A GIFT

Yes she is a gift to this world.
Her breathe refreshes breeze.
Her sound becomes a chant.
Her words turn into melody.

She becomes a devotional song.
When she humbles it is a prayer.
Her eyes wake up sun and moon.
Stars shine on her forehead.

Her love binds humanity into one,
as colourful beads around her neck.
World wakes up as she wakes up.
World retreats into deep sleep as she naps.

Worlds live in her palm as bubble
She burns herself with a smile.
Spreading fragrance of love!
Through space of silence she speaks,
volumes and volumes of wisdom.

Let us remember a word or two.
That would be a hymn for our liberation!

 by S. Rangorath

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