Guest guest Posted February 8, 2005 Report Share Posted February 8, 2005 I'm not calling you Mother anymore. You've given me such agony, and keep giving me more. I used to be a happy householder. You've made me into a crazy ascetic. What else can you do to me, Wild-Haired One? I'd go from house to house and beg my food, rather than call you Mother, or come to your arms, or sit in your lap again. I kept calling " Mother, Mother, " but Mother, your eyes didn't see and your ears didn't hear. Can any other misfortune matter when a son suffers like an orphan with his mother still there? - Ramprasad Sen Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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