The poetry for my mother

MOM ... your hair is starting to turn white
Your skin is no longer tight
Your vision is no longer bright
Your path is now rocking

But .. what's seen
All that you have never felt
All that you never care about
I see it all for the sake of your son

Along the way you earn a fortune
All the time you count
How much profit you can today
Tuk pay all your weary

You can no longer tell the difference
Where is day, where is night
The spirit beat your trembling legs
And all your tiredness

It's all ... for whom?
Just for your son
The child you dreamed of becoming a great person
Reached a stack

MOM ... until whenever,
Your son will never forget
For all services, prayers and suffering
The sweat you shed

MOM ... you're too big, sacrificed
Only heaven deserves your sincere pay
Only God is worthy of looking after you
The world and the akherat ...

MOTHER...
Your son always misses you
Do'a in every blow of this breath
Thank you ... MOM, for all your sincerity

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Your Mother's Prayer

Mother...!
I know...
All your fatigue is sincere
And ... I know
Not what you want
You never want anything

Mother...!
You used to say
Hurry up my son!
Be you great man
Which encourages Mother

Mother...!
Everything is great
Never exist
Without your sincere sacrifice

Mother...!
Your Sabbath is a prayer
Loud prayer is heard
And definitely ... heard!

Not a triumph of treasure to reply
Nor, throne and crown
Prostration and filial piety
The real treasure!