I mean the word ye, In vain, you mother I shade ye, sun, Otherwise, this world has come to a nimohi. Gar Hansu, I have come out in your heart If you weep or fall, then you bring Harpal, your mother's face was on me, But how did I set you Which, even for a moment, Neither used to lose eyes I left him on an unknown path, See how my mother is, now there is no head on my head. I wander, fall and recover, But today no one came to help me, I wish I could find a way Which leads me to your rate, It is heard that all actions have their own fruit, But I have hurt God more than God, Mother, whichever punishment is approved Just make me your son next life. Today, the meaning of crying and shouting is revealed Mamta's love of mother, essence of her compassion, He also caressed her in anger, And a lifetime of safekeeping. Maybe God also thought of something, Must have made such a bad fruit of actions, That is why, in parts of our ill luck, At least the mother's love must have come. 🤱 HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY 🤱