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.