She left thirty one years back;
All say, for her heavenly ride;
I say all are in the wrong deck,
Because she is very much beside.

I see her in every woman now.

My mother cannot leave me,
I am her child, her child.
Can you show me any mother
Who can leave her child?

My mother, to-day is your day
As much as it was yesterday;
And to-morrow also will be
Like that; all and every day.