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I remained happy to Mother closed hand
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 sorrowful life,
One day come mother pass away.
Oh god do nothing for my mother,
But it was better my childhood life.
I remember my little life,
I was better to close hand to Mother.
Payer to god what is cause,
Keep happy to Sprite of Mother.
I do nothing life cycle is nature,
Everyone born, brought up and die.
Man is mortal as not remain all time,
Mother father pass away in life.
Next generation come,
We become father mother.
What were done by our parents,
Do not think that in life.
What to do for our children,
Make them happy all time.
Mother feeling understand,
She not remain now in my life.

NKSR Nantu Roy


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