I opened my eyes to this perfidious world, in vain
Where there was no one to hear my cries and talks, insane
But the only heaven which bestowed upon me
Her comforts, her praises to make me grown
Oh Mother its you
Who praises my ludicrous and childish plays
Who listens my problems with such a great care
Who has got a heaven under her feet
Who makes my life, life indeed
A precious gift she is from Allah
HIS mercy I shall not mind to say
Who loves us dearly even more than seventy mothers
A precious gift she is
More precious
Most precious
Whose tender touch eases my destination
Whose lap is the home, the beautiful home
Whose love is, you can’t imagine
Whose personality is you can’t challenge
My heaven I get
When I bow over your feet
You are the one I have
‘N I love you the most
Happy mothers day to all mothers
Those who have got
And those whose are gone
May your soul rest in peace
Even after death I pray for thee
If I had lives hereafter
I will die each one happily for you
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY***
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