It’s learnt she once slew gory, shameless hoods
right next to that cot where bide female cooks;
So should you encounter her sporting hoods,
stay careful lest your blood flow in these brooks.
Suggest I that you carry astounding books,
for that’ll make her forget the worldly noise;
And if you can, please find out how she cooks
because I wish to marry her, no choice.
What makes a woman a mother?
Oh, pain and patience will I say;
She sure knows not how to other
or to keep care and warmth away.
Oh! A mother hits not the hay
when her kids are hungry or sad;
Embodies love, for kids does pray.
A mother’s selfless, with love clad.
You know quite well there are minds that suffer;
Those minds, it is trowed, are anxious and sad.
But why d’you judge, mock those minds at supper?
Ween I what you do is shameless and bad.
Let me tell you what transpired once, dear lad:
A few years ago, I’d willed to take my life;
for days seemed like years, those years made me mad.
Struggle hard the mantra then and tackle each strife.
I do my duties diligently, all of which I come across in this very place,
What I doubly ensure is to try my best in all situations to be kind;
Oh, yeah! I also ask this question today as I only everything embrace:
If nothingness exists, what happens after death, could you find?
What you went through is known to all, also what you bear;
But God’s on our side lest you forget, won’t countenance your fall.
What I see in that house is your hardwork, patience, grit sheer.
Just know this, dear aunt, nothing tragical would ever you befall!
Like the Sun that shines, radiating bright light,
a guru disseminates thoughts lofty and wise.
Using his power, directness, and mystical might,
pulls you out of every single and dangerous vice.