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MOTHER
Mother
Get out of every flame of eyelashes,
the rising early in the morning,
crosses the thick darkness beyond death.
The tune of life is that embankment,
She is mother.
Searches that happiness is also pain.
Mars can see injury even if wounds,
can say-'be well', that despite being blue in pain,
She is mother.
@ Dr. Manju Sarkar
Get out of every flame of eyelashes,
the rising early in the morning,
crosses the thick darkness beyond death.
The tune of life is that embankment,
She is mother.
Searches that happiness is also pain.
Mars can see injury even if wounds,
can say-'be well', that despite being blue in pain,
She is mother.
@ Dr. Manju Sarkar
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