There is no end of mothers love. Whenever I used to get bruised/wounded Your eyes used to brim with tears Mother, O my mother! Whenever I used to get bruised Your eyes used to brim with tears With one gentle blow of wind from Your mouth All my pains used to disappear Today also (Even today), whenever I get bruised I remember You Today also, when my eyes brim with tears I remember You Mother, O my mother! Mother, O my mother In every talk of Yours, I would find The solution to all my problems The roti (Indian bread) made by Your hands I used to eat more than my actual hunger In every talk of Yours, I would find The solution to all my problems The roti made by Your hands I used to eat more than my actual hunger I’m a part of You, I’m a tale of Yours That You make everyone hear Today also, whenever there’s a mention of me I remember You Today also, when my eyes brim with tears I remember You Mother, O my mother! Mother, O my mother! Holding the corner of Your dupatta I used to sleep without any worries What’s there inside my heart except You, mother No one could make me understand this If You’re not with me, then the world seems lonely You used to shower me with so much love Today also, when I strike a tune I remember You Today also, when my eyes brim with tears I remember You Mother, O my mother! Mother, O my mother!
Posted on: Fri, 28 Mar 2014 17:27:18 +0000
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