But she always knew, it was her biggest gain.
Could see dreams without falling asleep,
Transformed a walking doll to me, just by weep.
Stands as my sole inspiration,
Can never bear any sort of separation.
Her love, so pure yet perpetual,
Ought to be related for her being spiritual.
So weak by her heart, yet I see her never apart,
Combines me to a single part, lets me never depart.
Can still feel limpidness and serenity,
Yet so bold stands her activity.
Often used by others, for her heart’s transperance,
O mother, you are the best part of my remembrance.
Have seen her all alone in a fight,
Could never digest injustice in her sight.
Wish to be offered such a blessing,
Could sleep on her lap before leaving.
Money and honey can satisfy my desire never,
Its only her patting that gives me pleasure forever.
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