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Translated by K. Satchidanandan
I have seen mother Mary on December nights:
a woman with a mother’s heart in the form of a statue of eternal love.
As soon as I light the candle, mothers of the world
appear on her shining face.
I come back, carrying the half-broken pieces of grief,
Shattered peace and tumultuous anguish.
How else can a motherless woman return from her!
“Mother Mary.”
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