Though the season changes
And populace mend their fences,
But the divine love of mother never changes.
It’s infinity, until clay; I assure.
Though she cannot give a thousand bugs
But she already gave a million hugs;
The hugs of love and comfort.
Though I am afar in a dale
Her prayer reaches that so far vale;
Echoing her merry and whispers of love.
No armour, gold and silver
Can purchase the Mighty LOVER OF MOTHER.
By-(Metsongmalem M Chang).
