Mother
Mother
When you touch me, I stop crying,
There is magic in your finger;
Listening to your sweet lullaby, I sleep
You are an ardent singer.
Every day when I talk to you,
I forget my woes and worries;
How can a son send a mother
Orphanage? When he marries!
Mother! No one is comparable to you,
You are my soul, you are my heart;
I don't fear anyone in this world,
As you are the driver of my cart.
Son can be cruel,
But can't be a mother;
I wish I get your company
Today, tomorrow and forever.