Whenever I used to get bruised/wounded
Your eyes used to brim with tears

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,
...

In every talk of Yours, I would find

The solution to all my problems

The roti/chappati (Indian bread) made by Your hands

I used to eat more than my actually hunger

In every talk of Yours, I would find

The solution to all my problems


I’m a part of You, I’m a tale of Yours


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