Mother forest (adivamma)
My mother forest, my mother is very poor
She has only one sari
The colour of the sari is green
The soul of that mother is so gracious
a few stone heaps on shoulders
By the side of her feet burrows of snakes a few
At every step a thorn bush
But still the forest is a basket of fruits
When the cobras sway the hoods of the Vishnu
When the deer, with delight, hop and hop
Teaching dance to a peacock A teacher
The forest is a green nightingale
Fills the heart of village, a raindrop, the forest
Saves the lives is a herb the forest
If hungry a tree will be a mother
If weapons are asked it will be a tree with them (Jammi )
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