When a child falls,
Again and again
Not able to stand on his feet
Again and crying,
And losing his heart,
Making the big efforts
But he gives up at last
The mother
Appears before the child,
And help him to be brave,
Then she wipes out all the tears
From her child's face
Putting him in her lap,
Where no devil can throw
His eye on him,
Peaceful and happy is the child,
Whom no one can defeat now
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