1913
Oh...My mom
We have been doing so much to you
We have been doing so much to you
We are reiterating the crimes we have done
We had torn your emerald clothing
Made you naked in front of your seven brothers
Your enraged father vents his feelings
With all his might to save his daughter
But. ..Still mom you are so amiable
To hide us under your shady wing
It is your patience that astonishes me
Myself may have burst out
many a time
2013
Oh... my mom
Oh... my mom
Now you are at the brink of your patience
In a compulsion to be
antipathetic
The sapphire messenger you have sent
Told us the vengefulness you have to us!
But we pretend to be wiser than you
By finding hideouts before the indigo
Alas our sophisticated mind still don’t know
That he was only a messenger
So we are still digging small burrows to eclipse
When the ruby delegate arrives
I had heard someone in my dreams
Joking to dig some bigger burrows
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