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O Mother,
After retiring from the world,
Tears were in the eyes of people
They just felt miserable,
As though we had lost the most precious thing
In this world.
Come back, Mother
We are all pinning for your love,
Because your absence makes us cry
But your soul resides among us
Even at present flowing everywhere
You came to this world,
As an angel of the Holy Father,
He silently whispered
In your ears
One day,
To served the humanity
Without any difference
You have become
A light of joy
To us,
Believe me, Mother
We are all with you even today
Because you spread your love and peace
Around the world
Pushkar Bisht
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