Mother..
Mother..
God manufacturers
A world with omnipotence,
Mother manufactures
The front runners
With labour pain,
Nourishing them with feed,
Imparting valuable education
And fitting them with culture to become the fighters.
Time sprints
And
When feather adorns life with success,
We gallop to shrines
To worship the almighty,
Forgetting even to take care
Of living Goddess who has moulded us.
Never reacting to injustice,
The living Goddess smiles
At her fortune.