Stream of Love
/Perennial Spring of eternal love,
Sparrow, pigeons on her eave.
A booming tone, a boisterous laugh,
Embrace the light with the dark.
She is my lovely mother.
No complaint, no blame
Whether I can't or can
Whether I am calm or insane
Who is the only balm curing my pain!
She is my sweet mother.
Litre of tears on her lap
Loud cries in her ear
Who is always present!
Sweet, salty or spicy.
She is my mother.
By Monalisa Parida
From: India
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