Gone very far
Once in million years one prophet is sent
With long wait almighty makes one strong movement
His emissary is sent to propagate love message
His work and messages are remembered through out the ages
Like galaxy of stars they have stayed in the minds of people
Taken all blunts to self and saved people from agony and troubles
How many faiths are there on the surface of earth?
With different culture and followers to provide fresh breath
Somewhere down the lines they have provided rightful means
So much blood was shed and many battles were made to win
Ultimate goal was to bring people under one umbrella or roof
Make them to believe in one faith by proving worth with proof
In recent history of mankind one great soul descended on earth
It took over complete world by surprise with easy breath
She was later on known as mother and proved to be precise
For orphans, destitute and downtrodden she was tall promise
Nothing to self and everything to mankind with symbol of peace
Whole world recognized her dedication and selfless service
Word was charity and action was to wipe off the tears
Children were to be offered all care and no more agony or pain to bear
Such type of kind mother is not among us today
Yet we go on with same mission all the way
World has realized the hidden message form her death
Whole life of selfless service with no attachment to any faith
We must all pay tribute to such peace emissary
Without her we should have failed in delivering necessary
Health care, education and home for homeless
We find the satisfaction on mother's shining face
Many statesmen have born and disappeared
Many god fathers have taken birth and forgotten
Mother may remain in vast sky as shining star
Her dream may realize one day even if she has gone very far
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Salute to you mother for your great service
You were so simple with no gadget or device
You did miracles for poor and downtrodden
You were remembered then and now even
You were dropped from heaven like Messiah or angel
You were shining star from every angle
We saw in you a divine light and followed
You never objected to but embraced and allowed
May be you had seen the tragedy of life
Thee time may not have been right or riddled with strife
You adopted to serve the mankind and particularly poor
Who were denied access and kept at the door
Whatever she did was never heard this before
Came on earth with divine message to serve therefore
To nurture the wounds and take care of destitute
She was her self complete mission as an institute
Lord had suffered cruelly at the hands of mankind
Even though he forgave them all and remained kind
You were seen as divine rose from beautiful heaven
You were successful to convey message even
She was preferred over many to be sent here
She had only poor at heart and offered prayers
It was seen as miracle in the form of Lord Mother
Who else could have been to stay here and offer?
Even though time did not show any mercy
She had ruled the hearts of many
Everybody wished very long life and prayed
Even though she had hint of death not being delayed
She was shining like star in the later part
Even though she worked hard as if was new start
She wanted to give maximum before departure
She thought of breathing last after making sure
She had tease in the heart for disturbing news
She wanted no more extension or reviews
It was made clear that her end was near
Even though she cried for those who remained dear
It was very painful to leave the mission half accomplished
It was not expected to be completed or left half finished
The divine wish was to be given first preference
The life was to end soon without any reference
The stars and sky may remain there for ever
So will be your name shined like star
You have gone back to the place where you had come
We had wept on your departure but God too waited for you to welcome
* Her name will stand tall in history of mankind*
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Human nature
As the human nature knows no bounds
Many areas of left over area is found
Otherwise who cares for left over and forgotten?
Mother has taken care of lappers and orphans even
When the wind is in favor and honesty at peak
There is nothing more to appreciate or speak
As God has sent you on earth as an emissary
The goal is scored over every adversary
Long live all those who live with holiness
As world has always lived with hollowness
Some may prove to be guiding star
We may have all the satisfaction even they go away very far
I salute their efforts for mankind
We are alive and not gone blind
How do we forget their efforts and dedication?
It is matter of satisfaction with good indication
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Ladies are not behind
Ladies are not behind or lagging
They will not settle for less or go begging
Time and again they have proved their worth
The talent is available and there is no dearth
We call them mother with their high status
Status not of any standing but of great service
To the cause of mankind and humanity
God too has blessed from time to time such personalities
I pray and respect for departed mother
She lived for noble cause and died there
Millions shed tears for departed soul
Birds too cried along with the dreaded owl
With all her honesty and nobility
It was clear demonstration of her ability
Was she not gifted with all the divinity?
In the services of mankind with close affinity
Not in thousand but in countless years
We hear of great soul in our ears
I have heard stars falling from the sky
Never heard almighty sending emissary and try
He is great, yes, the greatest of all.
Whether we forget Him to pray or call
He is there for all the living or dead
Even if we fail to understand or read
Seers always stand tall in all the respect
We have to search soul and introspect
No great soul will descend from the heaven again
We are here to watch calmly and peacefully remain
All these years we have failed to understand
For slight reasons we have killed friends
God only knows how could we do it?
Path can be clearly seen even if road is dimly lit
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Door to door
No one has reached door to door
To the needy, down trodden and poor
With only noble cause in mind
Where else such pious and religious figure to find
Whether femine, draught or natural calamity
She was always guided by spiritual power of almighty
She was ordinary, down to earth but figure of nobility
The poor always blessed her to add feather in her ability
Only one soul could perform the remarkable feat
She was helped by all and could easily capture the heart beats
She greeted with open hands all irrespective of cast or creed
She never asked for anything or had any inkling or greed
We call her mother for devotional duty
She had beautiful divine smile with internal beauty
Sheltered orphans, destitute and homeless
The happiness could easily be seen on their face
It was rare opportunity for her in the services of mankind
She was fully alive to the plight and agony without being blind
She had all the means to remain comfortable and at ease
She preferred to devote whole time with frequency increase
She had only one mission and duty to perform
Stay among them and remain better informed
How easily she could pick the sentiments of helpless persons?
She realized it as life’s mission for fulfillment with various reasons
The world too has opened the doors for all aid
They have poured it without word being said
Charity is such mission where no one may prefer to stay
It is humanitarian effort and no one would wan t to go away
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Mother, O Mother
Mother O Mother, You Are Great
Mother O Mother you are great,
All the problems solve in any state,
Still we find there is no hate,
Each and everyone you make your mate,
Love is in your heart, your work is very smart,
All your whole life you carry the home-cart,
In your job there is no wait,
Mother, O Mother you are great.
Working all the time,
To make our things fine,
Guiding always to be far from crime,
In your work there is no late,
Mother O Mother you are great,
Caring for us, praying for us,
Struggling for us, standing for us,
With your efforts, make our bright fate,
Mother O Mother you are great,
You are my lord, you are my God,
In your service there is no fraud,
With your blessings, life is always set,
Mother O Mother you are great.
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I cried whole night
I cried whole night for world peace in east
It was just before dropping of nuclear bomb with holocaust
Millions perished in just few seconds
Never to be seen on face of earth with tragic end
My tears had not dried up and world was again threatened
Millions were rooted from their forefather's homeland
I took deep breathe as it was for time being averted
Normalcy was restored and for time being peace zone was converted
Those deadly weapons of mass destruction are not of old memory
Everybody may shiver with slight occurrence and feel sorry
Wars are not happy occasions to celebrate with joy
Nation in particular and world at large has some army to deploy
I cry in corner for war orphans, destitute and killed
They were bread earner and in real sense skilled
Who will go and wipe their tears with few kind words?
I fear no one will as it is the wish of trigger happy war lords
World's larges democratic country was sent with shock waves
Who knows how many really were buried alive or lost lives?
As mother earth I tested human blood on my surface
As if I was oozing red tears with no strength to face
Let war be taking place at any side of globe
I am the only sufferer to grieve the loss and sob
I feel my children are annihilated for no fault of their crimes
Why can't you all draw some kind of safety lines?
You all assure me about not shedding a blood
Instead, wage a war on creating enough food
Feed all those hungry mouth now dying without source
Divert all destructive means to create strong peaceful force
I dream about complete universe with no violence
Not a skirmish even on boundaries with slight chance
Let people of whole world come out from their old mentality
I may then only be at ease with peace in totality
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We Are Alive
I can feel the air around me,
I can see the people laughing and singing,
I can be the spirit in the trees,
I can fly with the birds in the sky.
I can believe what I want to belive.
I can say and do what I want.
I can be who I want to be,
I can follow my dreams.
I can taste the life within me,
I can smell the sweet breath of my soul,
I can be with the people before me,
I can think of those to come.
I can see through the eyes of others,
I can put myself in their shoes.
I can feel everything around me,
I can see the people laughing,
I can hear the sobs of an infant,
I can taste the love of a mother.
I can see the lives of others,
I can imagine what they are thinking,
I can guess what they are like.
I can see the colors in the wind,
I can hear the breath of god whispering his knowlage,
I can taste the strength he gave me,
I can feel the life in my veins.
I can stand here and think of all these things,
I can watch the day fall into night,
I can wait for what tomorrow will bring to me.
I can carry the word of god to others,
I can show them the light of hope.
I can show people the truth,
I can bring you the message of life,
I can bring you the knowlage of faith.
I can run through the prairies and forest,
I can touch everything around me.
I can hear my heartbeat in my ears,
I can feel the passing spirits,
I can smell the warmth of the Earth,
I can feel the live with in me.
I can tell you you can too,
I can show you the way to be free,
I can bring you to know your mother, Earth.
I can try my hardest to show you,
I can hope you'll understand,
Yet I know
It's up to you to welcome this power,
I know you can, just like
I can.
We are one with eachother,
We are one with the Earth,
She is our mother,
We are alive.
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Agony Of A Child For Her Mother
my mother is the sweetest.
my mother is the cutest.
my mother is the smartest.
my mother is the greatest of all in the world.
my mother is the most wisest.
to save me from accident, she happily enjoyed to die.
i haven't seen my mother's face as i was of 4 years old then.
in my thoughts my mother is the most beautiful person.
she is like:
my mother's face is as white as snow.
my mother's eyes are as white as milk.
my mother is as white as cloud.
because she is completely covered with bandages.
my mother is the happiest person in the whole world.
because she can't feel any thing.
she can't feel any feelings.
she can't feel any pain.
she can't be sad.
as she was in comma, when i saw her.
i am the luckiest child in the whole world.
as i couldn't see her face.
i couldn't talk to her.
i couldn't play with her.
i couldn't share my feelings with her.
i am the reason why she was suffering such agony in life.
to save me from death, she sacrificed everything including her life.
i am the luckiest.
i am the fortunate.
i am the most happiest child for bearing this agony in my life.
As my mother is not with me on this earth.
she will always be with me in my thoughts.
poem by Neelapu Suresh
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God’s Love is Christmas
The love of God was born on Christmas Day,
As baby Jesus slept upon the hay,
With Star of Bethlehem showing the way,
To Magi, who worshipped him, as he lay!
The love of God was showered upon earth,
As Virgin Mother Mary gave this birth,
And bestowed upon mankind immense mirth,
As living life on earth got back its worth!
God Himself came to earth as baby boy,
And brought the peace and everlasting joy,
Through His one Son, the King of kings and Lord,
As sins were forgiven including rod.
The love that entered earth from God’s own heart,
Took human form to live in poverty,
And gave the world new hope and destiny –
Unraveled mystery great on God’s part.
The God of love showed love unfathomed yet;
For man, His most beloved of all creatures;
And opened heaven to all, new trend-set,
As souls of mankind went into raptures!
O Emmanuel, the world welcomes You, Lord;
O Messiah, the world accepts You, God.
No death or tribulations matter now,
As mankind pledges its obeisance, love!
Thus, Christmas Day is all about God’s love,
Uniquely unsurpassed and rather rare,
And gave the Holy Cross for Son to bear,
Redeeming sinners, sending His peace-dove.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 12-25-2009
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Trace the origin
It is very difficult to trace the origin
We are unaware of the facts and live on margins
No once assertively say the first origin of religion
On e can only hold the views and continue with lien
No one can deny also the strong bond of and attachment
Even today so much stress is thrust upon refined movement
They need more and more followers to stay in fold
We have plenty of faiths in this reformed world
It is thin life of faith and matters much to an individual
He can’t lead the life as simple or very casual
He has somebody as source of strength to pray in mind
Amidst all the difficulties to survive and new energy to find
No one is that much serious about the origin or its emergence
The environment in which he lives is blessed with presence
The God or almighty is in centre of his nerve to hold the view
The basic fact about omni presence is accepted by all and rejected by few
Each part of the globe is blessed with presence of many faiths
Their life style may be different but all are scared of death
Bowing of head in acceptance is common and hands in prayer for mercy
Only one name in prayer and on tongue in case of crisis or emergency
May be God might have missed some the important aspects
He might have thought that people may regard His presence with respect
There won’t be any doubt or confusion as far as his entity was concerned
This has given rise to the particular type of thinking with ugly turns
There is growing degree of intolerance and little respect
No one has taken it seriously to care about and inspect
Why the presence of God can be disputed in any form?
Why the religious heads stay calm and not remain better informed?
If they claim to be sole representative and real emissary
Any argument in favor or against becomes hardly necessary
If we find no soft corner, love and regard for friend or adversary
It tears us apart from believing the faith and makes us weary
The prayer made in any language or in any other unknown format
May find its place and reach to Him for deciding the fate
It is our belief that ultimate wish of Him will only prevail
No other means are available for us to pray for any bail
No one can claim to have drawn the source from ancient times
Many traces of is recovered from excavations in recent times
It speaks of only existence with the impression of that age
Nicely portrayed in engraved materials or on coinage
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Oh! Woman, Know yourself!
oh my dear woman.... In my life I have seen many
forms of you.... you are the part of infinite and
another part is man... You are assigned with duty to
propagate generations and you
are mother earth and provide
fertile land for propagation of
life! You are soft, sensual and you are
the strength of man
And you have the strength to
make man stand or fall! You can be as pure as snow of
mountains white.. You are like ocean of love where
life rise and fall! You are the one who can guide
all, mend all and care all! You are always sharp and you are
the knowledge and you are the
gauge of foolishness of man! You make the home where a
man can see your skill of
converting hell into heaven...
You can make a man a king, with
your cool words from smiling lips
and shining eyes even when he has no kingdome,
no throne, has workout purse in
torn out his pocket! You are the one who can induce
and mesmerize the man and
make yourself his goddess
dwelling in his heart and him in
your heart You are the one can bear the
fruit, care the fruit!
And you are the fruit of man's
luck! Most able you are in reform of
mother,
And in her absence, sister is not
less!
He is strong only when he has
you as his prefix S for strength of he
S for Stamina of he,
S for Shield of he and
S for smile of he! You are the Goddess when you
are selfless
and you are the Durga when you
are protector! You are Sharada when you are
tearcher,
you are Ganga when you flow
your love.. You are the Sindhu when you
nurture the culture! You are the Earth when you
support and
you are the Goddess when you
forgive with your smiling face! You are the instructor and
distructor of ignorance! You are Goddess kali when you
decide to teach lesson You are civilization and you are
the instructor and you are the
distructor! And always you are lovable like
mother, the most charming and
loved form in the Universe!
You are not for sale or rental and
you are the goddess in the
temple of men's heart!
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Move confidently
It is great but painful sad anniversary
I am left out here as your emissary
To go ahead with unfilled promises
Not sure of success with many misses
This was the day when you left us crying
We did all to save you and kept on trying
It did not prove any result and dark descended
You left for heavenly abode and ascended
It is painful memory never to be erased
All goals and night mare to be chased
Still not way out but to stand and face bravely
Nice days can not be back but must be made happily
You had gone once for all with no indication
Now we all are in dark and face immense suffocation
We are seized with lots of problems and troubles
Now I have realized the life as nothing but bubbles
Yes I know that sadness may not remain for long
it may be treacherous and prove us very wrong
life is not in any way deter us but facilitate to determine
to achieve the goal gracefully and not to undermine
But I am for sure to move along confidently
It is known from the beginning evidently
There was no point in grieving all the times
Sadness was there but to be felt at sometimes
In real sense what can be the great tribute?
To stand on own feet and positively contribute
Towards fulfillment of dream and aspirations
Proving worth without any character abrasions
It will be worth watching to realize his dreams
He should have failed to realize it even as good team
As life is considered as adventurous mission
It will be considered as feat without his liaison
Since he is more with you
You will have to stand fast and pass through
All ordeals that may fall on the way
It will serve no purpose if you loose hope and stay away
What can be real and great tribute?
If you stay sound on feet and contribute
A token geture and show of being successful woman
That he could have not even dreamed of as man
I wish you to be aware and silently watching
You may still notice my eyes are searching
I stand hopelessly along and look at vast horizon
You had left me alone in this world and flown
I have missed not a single moment
Still feel the pulse of long breath for the moment
You used to enter gently with total surprise
How all of sudden it vanished with sudden demise?
But I aim to move along confidently
The chance has come to me incidentally
I shall definitely overcome it with God’s grace
I shall proudly bear the confidence on face
poem by Hasmukh Amathalal
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Altruism
The voice of hope to the call of nature,
Come closer to me and feel my love;
Oh mankind! Arise to a call.
Love one another to make the world go round,
Hope is the ingridient of faith;
The voice of hope,
The strength of faith,
Love crowns all things.
Altruism, altruism! Arise to the call of hope;
The altruism of love which does unite us all,
All in one love with the message of hope;
From the North to the South and then,
To the East and the West;
Love one another without fear.
Our memories will grow with sensitivity and insight,
Live clean and be yourself;
For, loving yourself first means the love of all mankind!
Here we are today,
Love is the power supreme;
True nobility is revealed in selfless unobtrosive service,
Love one another to crown the day.
To the voiceless and the disadvantage,
Do your best to bring smiles on their faces too;
Cos', there is no vision except by faith.
Altruism, altruism, altruism! !
There is no faith except by hope;
So is the voice of hope to the love of one another.
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Correctly understood
If I have correctly understood the contents
It deserves no prayers and comments
It is complete in full sense with all answers
Its essence will be accepted by only fewer
I read and reread the holy book
I have no reason to believe it is fluke
The message has got its weight
Only it is to be understood in context and very right
Some of the messages do not appeal
All kind of confusion persists and prevails
I see no one around to clear the doubts
I go deep and very deep with “ifs” and “buts”
Lord, I have no place to go and plead
I see in your merciful eyes and try to read
You are in pain and anguish
Yet love for mankind is not finished
Where from that love and tolerance comes?
Why do you accept everybody and welcome?
All perpetuators and wrong does get easy reprieve
You have same eye with affection even if they deceive
I hear bells from the distance
It enlightens me with no disturbance
How much peace and comfort with your presence?
I sincerely bow down and fold my hands at once
I close the eyes and slip in memory to feel
You were undergoing pain and anguish still
We are still not true to your word and message
You keep generous eyes for our clear passage
I see smile with tears on your face
You are amused and troubled at mad race
You are unsure of what we have understood
Whether we will do anything if at all good
What does the soul try to search?
Why good words fall on deaf ears even if you preach?
Holy words are not meant to be taught?
The sprit strengthens on which lines to be fought
At point of given time, you will be forced to commit
All venom to come out from heart and vomit
The suicidal tendencies my try to come on fore
But the merciful eyes may not allow it therefore
You have gone off the right track
You have no resolve to repay it back
Where has He asked anything in return?
Still you do not find trust with words in turn?
You do not wait for words to be known
Your action and conduct may become well-known
You may get whatever you want for selfless service
This is clear message and assured with the promise
“I shall serve the destitute and poor”
“I shall not differntiate the wrong doer”
“All are my children and reside in heart”
“Chant the hymns and lead the happy life from the start”
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My Mother(aday)
Blessed is your face
Blessed is your name
My beloved
Blessed is your smile
Which makes my soul want to fly
My beloved
All the nights
And all the times
That you cared for me
But I never realised it
And now it’s too late
I miss you
Now I’m alone filled with so much shame
For all the years I caused you pain
If only I could sleep in your arms again
Mother I’m lost without you
You were the sun that brightened my day
Now who’s going to wipe my tears away
If only I knew what I know today
Mother I’m lost without you
Mother... Mother... O my mother
How I long to see O mother
“Your mother, Your mother, Your mother”
Is the saying of our Prophet(s.a.w)
In my heart, in my dreams
You are always with me mother
You went and left me
O light of my eyes
O comfort of my nights
You went and left me
Who, other than you, will embrace me?
Who, other than you, will cover me?
Who, other than you, will guard over me?
Your pardon mother, I miss you
Nov,3rd,2009
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Sacred relation
"What on earth can be called sacred relation"?
One friend parried a direct question
"Why the query all of sudden"?
I was not prepared to answer even
He had lost mother recently
He was keeping quiet but asked gently
I understood pain from his eyes
Even though the death of his mother was long gone by
Right from the conception she is aligned with child
Her nature undergoes change and remains mild
Everybody takes special care of her
First happy moment is shared by sister
The family is heavily loaded with movement
The child is expected at any moment
Everybody at home is right on toe
Only the word is awaited with the signal "go"
Mother has no more reason to worry
Whole world is on her steps to carry
She has complete time to spend after child
Even after child troubles her or goes wild
Such beautiful mother is heavenly gift on earth
Attachment is such that we don't forget even after her death
The sadness on part of friend was easily understood
I decided to console him and firmly stood by
I knew by folk tales that mother was no less than goddess
You can see entire world in her or on face
If world has to owe anything to any one
Then mother stands the only chance and none else
I too became sentimental along with him and cried
I put maximum words to console him and earnestly tried
He was quiet reasonable but carried away by memory
He felt so sad and had certain reasons to worry
I feel irritated at the news of mother's death
If that really happens to me then what aftermath!
I found no answer and winked at the blue sky
The birds were returning home for next day to fly
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Mother of Mee
My Mother takes care of me when I was little
Pamper me too much
Never want anyone to take me for granted
Watches my little ass when I was little
Carried me on her back
Take me out to places
Work hard for my up bringing
Till when I reached the 16th age
I never care I have a mother
I stay out their till midnight
Never think if I have a home
I have forgotten;
when I use to cry if mother don’t stay behind me
when I don’t allow people to carry me but mother alone
when I want to go wherever mother want to go
I have forgotten……
Mother query’s me of all these
Tells me she love me more than the way I love myself
How are u doing to ur Mother? Tell somebody……
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More Questions Than Answers
There are wars around us daily and the world sleeps,
But read your Bible always to know the facts about all these prophesies!
For there are more questions than answers on this earth,
And like a red mark on the foreheads of mankind.
Of hope in life,
Of power in the name of war,
Of love to the people we care for,
Of faith on the journey on this earth,
And of a sound mind in the land of roses;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.
Beside the service of two,
Elias came as a surprise to us! !
And like the prophecy that is known to you;
But there are more questions than answers on this earth.
Captured by various lusts,
But we brought nothing to the world and we will take away nothing out of it!
And like our tears after the bombs,
But there are more questions on this earth than answers.
Bombs everywhere! !
And like the corpses after the wars;
But in youthful lusts with green-uniforms like the flesh and blood as seen in Ivory Coast and in Libya!
And the world sleeps because of its many problems.
poem by Edward Kofi Louis
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My Real Goddess
Today my mother
Came to my house
With lots of blessing
And full of good wishing
To live long
Happy and healthy
Progressive and wealthy
My mother
My sweet mother
My beautiful mother
My loving mother
My real goddess
My ever goodness
My first lady I loved
My life my mother
My soul my mother
My God-gift my mother
My pride my mother
My aim my mother
My teacher my mother
My friend my mother
My preacher my mother
My daughter's face look-like my mother
My daughter my little mother
O the Absolute Almighty
Give me my mother
Again and again
And again and again
My mother
Only my mother.
poem by Dr. P. K. Verma
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Don’t Give Up in Protecting the Mother Earth
Don’t Give Up in Protecting the Mother Earth
My son… Look at how you managed
To protect the Mother Earth in the past
When you were younger
You stood up
With your head up
Against all the odds
You managed to protect the Mother Earth then
When many people were ignorant of
The Mother Earth’s feelings
So why are you afraid now
This time
The public opinion is in your side
So why are you loosing faith
Mother Earth needs your protection and care
Don’t give up
Take the first step
And
Everything else will follow
So my son
Don’t give up in protecting the Mother Earth
poem by Frederick Kambemba Yamusangie
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