Gift Of Mother
Gift Of Mother Don’t weep you little daughter Come with me to holy Mother Don’t think of sorrow anymore Dance with joy everywhere Let the people dance with you Full of joy and blessing you Bring the heaven on the Earth For them whom life is curse Sing the song pure and divine Make the life happy and shine For sorrow and pain where is the place Mother has sent you with her bless Don’t think of death and suicide Say them goodbye with happy cries Darkness of life and shadow go away Light and pleasure on your way Words have limit that is true Love is ocean and always new Life not punishment gift of mother Enjoy the same when god is lover I brought the ring message of God You are the bride groom and bride is lord To love is divine to be loved is bliss Not from the world but when mother will kiss Swami Savitanand Priy Atman Prasad Prakashan Source & Credit : https://www.exoticindiaart.com/book/details/dear-atman-poems-marathi-nzw538/#mz-expanded-view-658918318331