Mother (New)

Whose face you never compare Whose trust you never doubt With whom you can share Your happiness or pain Without any hesitation or fear Without seeing in her eyes an iota of jealousy Or an opportunity to exploit your weakness That face is better than the silvery moon That trust is better than the fathomless bottom of the ocean That face and that trust whom do they belong to? they must be belonged to your mother Whose purity of love Better than any flower Whose care is better than The nectar of the red rose Whose absence Makes you feel empty In your own house full of men and women Whose picture you draw Even in the moment, busy Whose memories drag tears of ecstasy even in the time of difficulties. who is she? She must be your mother Who gives you shelter At the time of storm Without leaving your hands Who saves you From the claws of danger Sometimes like a cave Sometimes like a soldier who is she? She is no one but she must be your mother Who feeds you Without having been on food Who puts you on cloths But she herself suffers in the cold Who is she? she must be your mother To whom you are A piece of gold A diamond of the heart The eyes of hope The wings of dream Who prefers her death In exchange of your life who is she? she must be your mother. If you want to see the true colour of tears if you want to feel the essence Or smell the purest scent Weigh the grain hear the sound of pain measure the beauty of the rain then you must ask the lady, mother of your mother, or let you be asked by your son or daughter … how is it? whom does it belong to? it must be belonged to your mother...