It happened now, it's clear weather,
By staying in the thoughts of the mother,
Chhora-chhori hua re crazy ye.
Where they send them, the
y don't go there.
Sometimes gone here and sometimes gone there,
Many darlings without their mother,
Mother's are scattered.
My mother's thoughts touched her mind,
I don't know how it is tied Neither I am without mother,
nor mother without me,
He just kept the story here.
She keeps on speaking for us every moment,
She talks about us with everyone,
And every moment of your beautiful life,
Keeps spending for us, mother.
Mother and child become restless for each other,
Nor can they ever sleep peacefully in the nights,
By staying together they both of them,
I cry in my heart to meet my mother.
and never lived with them,
and never kills himself, Like my mother,
she is never ridden by her,
And neither is it handled.
It seems like these happy moments,
Don't know how much you have been left behind in life.
Many darlings today without their mother,
Don't know how broken he is.
Mother... those who are angry with themselves.
For my mother, -
Your eyes will always be in our eyes Mother,
The moon and stars will remain in your eyelids,
mother, If it changes, then this world is the whole mother,
We will be just your darlings, mother,
Mother... oh my mother...
~ Rinku Virat
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