O my children, do not struggle with loneliness, criticism, pain and harshness
I am your mother, how beautiful you are, see yourself through my eyes
I am always with you to satisfy the hunger of love, I am the only hope for all the broken ones
Every child is precious to me, whom this world has left alone
There is so much space in my lap, which cannot be there in the ocean,
There is such a priceless treasure of love, which cannot be bought at any cost
I know that I alone cannot change this world,
But one pebble of mine is enough to wake up the sleeping destiny
Enmity cannot be removed by enmity, fragrance can never come from dead bodies
The words of kindness and love are very small, but its echo cannot be stopped
Play as many drums and cymbals as you want, decorate all the doors in the name of religions,
He is the messenger of peace, in this noise the voice cannot reach God
I only love Love, the joy of getting love and the joy of loving
No matter how many difficulties I face.
- Debanjali Adhikary
New Delhi
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