Like The coocoo 🐦 Bird’s song,
O! Mother thy pain is long
With great care of love you prayth me,
But in return , I give none to thee,
I oft run rude, but oft find you soft,
With heavenly bless, love and zest,
Your smile, if be compared to stars
Like a Lilly you brighten up with spring alters
If I mingled earth and sky in your honour
And if I mixed up sand and water
Still thy worth is much more higher
I’m sorry, l could not express thine’s honor
I think, I find God in HEAVEN
I feel that’s you, who glittered been
A holy relation of Mother
And for my growth she (Mother) is greater
I’m going to be muse you, let it hear
I know thy worth, you are my dear
O my love, my dear, my mother!
Let you come again, let us live together.
I miss all thy kindness caress and love
Come mother come be love or be dove.
~ Amar Shaw Saleem