माँ मेरी माँ

The day of happiness has come, I have received what I asked for. Today my mother called me “son”. Mother, my mother, mother, my mother.

Don’t ask me how much it was making me cry; all the time, at every moment, your memory came to mind. You came and held me to your chest; you ended all my pains in one second. You don’t know how much pain I bore without you.

Mother, I will thrive under your aanchal scarf; grasping your finger, I will walk with you. You are the blessing of my prayer; for me you are God. In every temple, in every idol, only your beauty is there.