Poetry from Manik Chakraborty

Middle aged South Asian man sits in a wooden carved chair with a red patterned cushion. He's got a trimmed mustache and short brown hair and a white collared shirt and some flowers behind him.

Mother

Mother, who puts me to sleep, 

The moonlight, 

The darkness disappears after receiving the caress of mother’s hand.

I listen to the story of mother’s face, 

In the land of the princess, 

I get lost in the dream, 

In that unknown land.

Mother, who is the smile on my face, 

The happiness that makes my mind forget, 

When I get mother near me, 

There is no more sorrow. 

Mother, who is full of my love

The bright green sheet,

I was born in my mother’s lap

All my love.

Mother is the language of my mouth

Mother is my land

Holding mother’s gentle hand

I walk with the happiness of my heart

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