A most soothing bower
Makes she with the
Branches of her maternity
Under which every baby
Gets nurtured to become
A milestone.
Her feet, the heaven
Lies where; makes her
Richest among the
Humans all.
The pristine milk
Sourced to the
Fountains of heaven,
Flows through her
Breasts to irrigate
The barren soils of
Immaturity and brings
The springs of
Wisdom and maturity.
Lap of hers where
With ultimate calm
With frustrations
Banned since the
Universe exists.
Tender kisses and
Her lovesome hugs
Which transmit the
blessings and
Benedictions unlimited.
A paragon she is
of virtue the saints
Fail; where tycoons
Dust and masters
Serf.
Mother’s lullabies with
Lessons divine inside,
An unlearned baby
By which turns
Scholastic and
Filling the Muses
With pride
shattered.

Mir Sajad

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