Thursday, June 04, 2015

Poetry:- Good mothers

Good mothers

Mother that my moon face
The face of the moon.
I saw him do that,
Behesteri happiness.

My mother cuckoo kanthi
The well-pleasing in his post,
I can not stay away
Would you cry.

My mother painted black
There are two eye.
If you wish, I
I see all the time.

My mother mamatamayi
Soften his heart.
While I am away
Mom always worried.

Black hair, the mother bee
Quail in the original.
Stood kachegiye
Life is cool.

The mother of my hand swamp
Light a candle flame.
The wrong way, when I
The fact that she's seen.

Whether diina why mechala
Mom does not like
Although the service life
You do not have to pay the price.



Chandamala-4


For the truth is sacrificed lives
What are you afraid of death.