Poetry

My Mother Says

After giving you birth
Bearing lots of troubles and pains
In suns and rains
Dear baby!
I fed you
And made you strong enough
to survive in the living world
I also led you
And laid on the lap-
The motherly bed
Then I gave you a tongue to communicate
Only I sent you to school to educate
Where you assimilated yourself
Really I confirmed
You became perfect for your survival.
Destructing self and soul
You were composed
Only you were created for correction
I meant
To correct misconceptions
To erect good perceptions
Don’t run after money and muscles
Feel freedom
Let others feel free from rough souls
Try to clean all bad fouls
You were born to enhance honesty
Though others realize it is nasty.
Dear baby!
You were born to learn and teach
You weren’t  born to earn and be rich
If you disobey me
Think, you will never get my womb
For your rebirth
You will get only the tomb
Which will be built only on earth.
This is a call for the right conduct
By my mother from heaven.
When I got up
I feel my mother says
Do all good deeds daily
To live and let live a happy life.
~Bhan Singh Dhami
Nepal 

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