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Mother you left in haste

So quick, so i was ill-settled  to know what transpired

Is this a forced trueth

Or sweet joke that you have retired home?

But i got home

Non like you i saw

Mother, come here,i have a tale

For you alone count on my tales

Since you are home

These tales are prisoners, held captives in my mind

 Mother, you left in haste

You left no clue who upon i count

 If of old age

Many of golden ages still live

So you need live to kiss my kids and their kids's kids

Or of shriek strenght, that is minute

Illness that falls mountein you stand

Mother will you be back?

Mother you left in haste

So sudden that you call not my names

Tunde! you dearly called

And the stream of your passion flow down my heart

Tunde! thausands have called

Yet no one got its rhythm right

Husband! non utter

That dances on tip of your tongue

Giving me pride and massive love

Mother, come  bid me bye

Here i stand await ypur return

Mother come praise my names

Come  mother am driving near tears