#Mother’s Day Special
THE ADMONITION
How much time passed and
I ne’er thought o’ my mother;
Not alive in this mortal world,
And I lost affection for ever.
Night passes in awakening, to talk, to see
The stars in the galaxy, Mine
Mother’s image bless and advise me:
A departed soul ne’er may return.
Maintain thy behavior and node,
A good son is the price o’ Mother’s milk;
Life is astir and full o’ episode,
Meum et tuum are the tender pulk.
Pleasures are will-o’-the wisp
Love to mankind is real worship.
-Surender Goel
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