It is not the blood of the son that you get as breast milk. It is not the blood of the son that you get as breast milk.

A mother expresses her love for her daughter A mother expresses her love for her daughter

There are many things I’d like to tell you, There are many things I’d like to tell you,

Me..... My.... Me..... My....

This poem depicts the pride of a woman -mother of a soldier, wife of a martyr who laid his life for ... This poem depicts the pride of a woman -mother of a soldier, wife of a martyr wh...

When I held you in my hand, I cried and laughed together. You are a piece of my heart. You ... When I held you in my hand, I cried and laughed together. You are a piece ...