I am Your helper
I am Your son
I am here to unload
Your heavy burden
See all my activities
Are transcendental
And they cement
The path of liberation.
Mother, O mother
You are the reservoir
Of all riches
You are enriched with
All kinds of opulence
You can do and
You can do anything
It is Your grace
That make me winner.
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Beautiful tribute to Mother. Mother gives everything. We must unload her burden. Nicely said. Thank you.