Sweet mother

My sweet mother
All your chiding I bear;
I know now
Little secrets are hard to unveil;
I love you so
Let's not be dirty;
Hair is important for hygiene,
It's a god-given gift to clean dirt
From the mind
And be soothibgly polite,
So what if I'm dark
And not sometimes white;
Mom, I say, be sensible now,
Be the queen you are,
For your love endowed;
Trust humble persons,
For pride will vanquish you:
Absolute happiness is nirvana.