Mama, you are brave, your mercy is grace.
By eating the fruit of the biceps, making the intellectual, the nectar ...
The child is in love with you so much.
Do not forget to take Amrit at the bottom.
How much pain can be, forget everything, see the face of the child.
The mother's words, the key words of creation, are filled with words.
Forgive me, I'm not that big, in front of you.
You are Brahmandamayi, I am your worm child, give it to the public.
Joy is the victory of world-class education and excellence. Win mother
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