MOTHER'S GLANCE, Oh!

Whenever I happen
To cross my Mothers
Compassionate look
My Mother always
Takes a glance at me, and
My eyes are filled with
sweet warm tears

My Son!
Go away for thy work
But remember
Come home early
Before the dusk
'm getting old
May be anytime
Only my body
Will carry your gaze;
Gaze-less will I become

Walking in my standing
I keep on contemplating
Love bound inside that
BOUNDLESS and FATHOMLESS

O Maa, Oh!! _/\_