I love to nature too remaining single,
Wanted to seen mountain and Rivers.
Mother kept me in her closet hand,
I was telling sorrow of my mother.
Mother was weeping to kept me,
Little child remained too angry.
Hand kept on my head,
Telling mother that cool my child.
I should brought up,
Sorrow of your life should be end.
I brought up and going to out side,
Seen mountain, river and many things.
Mother became along...