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Oh Mother,
Tell me a story of a life pre-destined with death but still has the bravest breath,
Tell me a story of sweet memories forever imprinted down the vista of years,
Tell me a story of a candle that lit unapologetically amidst all the rain and storms,
Tell me a story of one hundred precious dreams with smiles dispatched from market price,
Oh mother, tell me a story
Tell me a story of passion untied and untangled with profession,
Tell me a story of every child holding books ignorant from the sound of fire-guns,
Tell me a story of the wind whispering to the leaves with its melodious breeze
Tell me a story of love and innocence
Tell me a story of labor and consistency
Tell me a story of the magic of kindness and the power of oneness
Oh, tell me a story of hope and life; of fall yet elegant rise,
Oh, tell me a story of the mesmerizing warm twilight
Of the grace and shyness of the soft moonlight
Tell me a story of fulfilled promises,
Tell me a story of sky enveloped with "starry nights"
Oh, Mother tell me a story close to the heart
Long lost in the race of today,
Oh, Mother I long to hear tales of the dear yesterday.
