Hardly can I live for others
Like you my dear mother.
There has been increase
In me the height of pride
My morals are frosted.
The humane vibes you designed
Often I ignored:
By giving a few morsels
Of your care daily to
Cows, dogs, birds, ants
You grew in the ambience of love;
Observing fast you empathized with
Sufferings of the poor.
Neither can I spare time for
Serving you a few grains of
Affections in your infirm needs
Nor cows, dogs, birds visit
Our home since you have
Lost sight, might, right.
With blessings you repay my apathy.
