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Mother
At first I opened my eyes and found,
A smiling, attractive and beautiful face,
Seeing her I paused my crying sound,
And began to flow on love's surface.
She empowered my body that was mild,
And for me careful by day and night,
Being suffered yet she for me smiled,
And bestowed me pleasure in every plight.
The latest and sweetest gift from heaven,
The idol of love and figure of mercy,
Like a kindness plant, flowers laden,
Whose fragrance has bestowed me decency.
I love paradise and wish to achieve,
And appreciate it more than any other,
Cause it is said and as I believe,
Paradise touches the feet of my mother.
poem
by
Mohammad Muzzammil
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