The Mother
THE MOTHER
THE MOTHER
Mother is the most precious
To you and me
Tell her how sweet she is
Tell her you’re nothing without her
Tell her you’re always living
Because of her
She is taking care of you with love
She is of full affection
Should you not take care of her?
You are carried in her stomach
Ten long months, mostly bearing
All hindrances and troubles
All times;
Brought you to earth
With soul and body
To live on earth solely
Black or white in colour both are alike
Male or female both are alike to her
She is mother, most precious to you and me
She has shown who your father as she and he
Both are my soul and body
And life is because of them
As to bear in mind
So as to follow in walk and deeds
All the ways, she is mother like a
Palm tree that gives all benefits to human
-Ayyan dj –
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