Mother..

God manufacturers 

A world with omnipotence,

Mother manufactures 

The front runners 

With labour pain, 

Nourishing them with feed,

Imparting valuable education 

And fitting them with culture to become the fighters.

Time sprints 

And 

When feather adorns life with success,

We gallop to shrines 

To worship the almighty, 

Forgetting even to take care 

Of living Goddess who has moulded us. 

Never reacting to injustice, 

The living Goddess smiles 

At her fortune.