Thinking of you is a matter of pleasure
Singing thy name always eases pressure
There is nothing beyond you as treasure
Bowing my head i offer respect o mother
When the mind is running helter-skelter
You offered me the required shelter
You call me to simply sit and utter
Thy home that closes for grief shelter
Thinking always i get whether thy grace
it comes like pleasant weather
Mercy is another name for thee mother
when you hold and say to me
"o,son please dont bother"
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