Chatrapati

                Chatrapati 

I now witness all those things against which my mother had cautioned me since my childhood. I know that I was born of her womb, and I offer my deepest gratitude to that noble mother—the one who, from the very moment of my birth, instilled in me a true sense of my identity. How could I ever repay the debt of her tears? It is a debt I could not settle in this lifetime, nor even across countless lifetimes to come. How shall I ever discharge this obligation to you, Mother? I am ever conscious of your grace; may the shadow of your benevolence and your boundless love forever rest upon me.

 She taught me; she raised me; she showered me with love and cared for my every need. Above all, she taught me to care for the *Rayat*—the common people—for they are our true parents, our very world. She taught me that our existence is not a mere charade, nor is it meant for the pursuit of hedonistic pleasures that inevitably lead to lamentation. Rather, she is the mother who guided my life onto the path of public welfare—a path that I now strive to walk for the sake of the *Rayat*. My people are simple, innocent, and hardworking by nature; my mother—the true mother of this *Rayat*—ensured that they never felt the lack of support. She gave me direction; she gave me inspiration. The debt I owe her—even for the slightest kindness—is one I could not repay, not even across a thousand lifetimes.