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