I want my mother all my life

'Mother' is a wonderful thing in our life! As noble as simple; As lofty, so unpretentious; As miraculous, so ordinary. The mother is so engrossed in every step, every level, every phase of our life that the mother's presence may not always be so easily felt, but if the mother is temporarily absent, then her full importance is understood.
We grew up in the mother's area. Until a certain age, we depend on our mother 24 hours a day. As we grow older, that external dependence may diminish, but unbeknownst to us, we remain forever engrossed in the intricate vibrations of our mother. Growing up, studying or working in the field may reduce our daily routine with our mother, and we may have fewer conversations throughout the day. But from the beginning to the end of our day - in this 24-hour circle, Mother is silently engrossed in each of our activities.

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However, from the outside, we see that mother may be involved in our daily life through all the small things. Maybe just a cup of tea with a smile on your face after waking up, maybe handing over the towel before bathing, or suddenly bringing the necessary notebook in front of you when you go out to college, maybe handing over the handkerchief when you go out in the office. After that, mother is busy with a lot of work in the world all day long. Meanwhile, we are always busy with our college-university, friend-friend, study, chat, office-kachari. Face to face with the mother - or how much, words - or something.
But the mind knows, mother is there! There is a mother, a great resort, a mystical peace, a secluded shelter, a beautiful music, a soft rhythm of the ever-cool manifestation! After a long day, he dragged his tired body and when he returned home, he was still his mother's silent but eloquent companion. Mother is like a 'healing touch' in our miserable life! We are enlivened by that touch, animated, nurtured, the whole widow's life is digested.

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The morning I saw my mother with a cup of tea in her sleepy eyes, that nurse should stay with us all day long. When all the diction of Kabir's song is turned upside down, it is as if I want to sing after seeing my mother-- 'Firstly I want you / Secondly I want you / Thirdly I want you / Lastly I want you.
I want a cup for you '!

When the topic of Kabir's song came up, maybe some more steps of that song can be remembered a little further. As we recall, we may wonder how the citizen poet who writes there is so easily absorbed in the juice of our motherly feelings! Really our mother in our 'silent darkness', mother in our 'night-morning', mother in our 'morning adolescence' and again in 'evening's vacation', mother in our 'Baishakhi storm' and again in 'Ashar-Meghe' 'Oh, always loud, always great! We really want our mother all day long; We want to get our mother back even in the 'unspoken words'!