Mothers Are Like That

I heard many times before
When sad and emotional
the mothers become trees
And cloud, when they get more sorrow
And a piece of rosary 
when they are more than sorry

I knew long ago, the Annas and Paisas
that grandmother carried at partition time
are stale coins now
Like country, like the river Padma 
mothers are being divided and exhausted
And they used to sacrifice

I have seen many times before
Lighting evening lamps at holy basil base
Praying before the divine mother Laxmi
Spraying river water after immolation of idols
And chanting 'Oma Santi' hymns ...  
Mothers always wish prosperity

I thought long ago that
Jerusalem via Nabadwip is a long distance
And the journey is impossible beyond border
Yes, I have seen a mother's womb and 
Mother Teresa as well
Mothers are God, become God in the Order
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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