My dear sisters

My dear sisters

My dear sisters of this street and village
I received a letter
My son is arriving, the news has come
Leaving the mother and leaving the village
He might be worried
So much be the trouble
Day and night buried in studies
How he might be and what he would have had
I have to cook sweet rice bringing new jaggery
Have to cook a sweet of rice
The most beautiful the most beautiful
His manner is beautiful but his heart is more
He never ever harms either an ant or a snake
He is too good the calf runs for him leaving the mother
Pausing the run even the stream too twists around
The wind has come the wind has come
Cool wind has come like a mother the wind has come
Trees and bridges burrows and the hills
Carried and hugged me
The cool mother and beautiful mother
Mother godavari
Because of you the flora fauna crops and the village grow

See the walk see the walk
In the walk of my son can’t you see the young lions?
See the smile see the smile in the smile of my son
It’s the rain of hill flowers
If he says once AMMA with a pamper
The breast milk will flood at once