A Mother's Dream [2/2] ALLAMA IQBAL
He was walking at the back, and was not walking fast
The lamp he had in his hand was not lighted
Recognizing him I said "O My dear!
Where have you come leaving me there?
Restless due to separation I am
Weeping every day for ever I am
You did not care even a little for me
What loyalty you showed, you...
The lamp he had in his hand was not lighted
Recognizing him I said "O My dear!
Where have you come leaving me there?
Restless due to separation I am
Weeping every day for ever I am
You did not care even a little for me
What loyalty you showed, you...