Mothers Are Like That

I heard many times before When sad, mothers become trees They become clouds, when there is more sorrow And a rosary, when they are more sorry I knew a long time ago, The Annas and Paisas That the grand mother carried with her At the time of partition Are stale coins now Like our country and the river Ganges, The river Padma and Teesta And like the uncountable families Mothers are being parted Exhausted and sacrificed I have seen many times before Lighting evening lamps At holy basil base Praying before the divine mother And after immolation of idols Spraying the holy river water, Chanting, 'Oh Peace !' Mothers wish good lucks And always wish our prosperity I thought long ago that Jerusalem via Nabadwip Is indeed a long distance And a journey is not possible, crossing so many nation's border I saw the mother's womb And mother Teresa as well Mothers are God And become God in the order