On my love,
I do not like to talk too
much
As a lot of words
Will only create a
commotion
So I prefer to keep a
silence
On my nuance
Rest of all I leave,
For your better
comprehension
In your child hood
When you do not eat
And in your adult hood
When you do not give me
food
Silently I always cry
But still on my brave face
I keep a broad smile..
I do not call you to come
in
When I burn myself under
the sun,
But when I see you to face
cold out-side
I must welcome you to
this cave
Even I have to burn my
ribs to give you warmth
inside.
I do not allow you to hold
my hand
When we cross a river or
pass a narrow bridge
In danger I know you can
leave
But I always hold your
hand, tight,
And throw you up to the
other side
Though I never think
whether I will be dead or
alive.
mother mother mother
mother mother mother
mother mother mother
