In cradle of mother’s arm,
A child finds pure solace and warmth,
She watched her grow beneath her skin,
An uncrowned queen,with a web of emotions!
A soul full of grace,benignity and affection,
Who is my guide in time of thorns,
Mother dear mother, the years have been long,
Since I ate your halwa,which was delight drenched!
O precious being with spirit innocent!
Essence of my life,in this world of existence,
May Allah enlightens you on the day of resurrection,
I love you with my soul,the soul never stops loving.
uzmasaad 
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