I do not think there will be a special day for my precious poor Mom!
Because you are always with me in my hard times,
I search you now as I am in a strange place.
Still you peep like a sad song in my gloomy dreams.
I would be ready at any time to reach if you guide me your domicile
Mom! I am sorry as I have some withered flowers with me,
What I have earned in my whole career is that all for gratitude?

* I dedicate this poem to my deceased loving mother Esme you are everything for me.

nimal dunuhinga

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