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My Mother
by Harihar Rai Jha
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  The tasty food you cook is unbeatable, my mother!
The stuff in even five-star hotels is all bloody junk.
 
The silly waiter ready here to obey my order
Salutes me and bends, but after no tips, he fiercely taunts!
At his demeanour, very amazed I remember, love in your anger
I miss you in lavish hotels, confused about what I want.
 
You scold me in your love that always purifies my soul
The tasty food you cook is unbeatable, my mother!
 
I grew in your kind shadow to see many lovely dreams
I passed thru each and every pain to attain great heights
I built in the air, the castles to get prosperity.
My mental peace is lost forever, I keep crying whole night
 
I get peace of mind when I recall one of your cradle songs
The tasty food you cook is unbeatable, my mother!
 
In my life, I mastered the maths of loss and profit
In competition and jealousy, I hold my suspense
Away from you living in a dazzling path, what a hollow life!
Money is God, money is love, I fell prey to this nonsense.
 
I get relief in your smiles on all my silly blunders,
The tasty food you cook is unbeatable, my mother!

April 27 ,2017
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