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MY MOTHER In Kashmiri, we call our mother Moj,

MY MOTHER 


In Kashmiri, we call our mother Moj,
But I affectionately call her Bobeh, oh!
For her advice is always of great worth,
Guiding us through life since our birth.

Listen to your mother, she holds the key,
To a path where you'll never go astray, you see.
Her words echo with wisdom and might,
A constant source of strength, shining light.

Respect and gratitude should we display,
By heeding what our mothers kindly say.
In their voice lies a treasure untold,
A love so pure, a love that unfolds.

Yet in this day, some curses we fling,
Forgetting the importance our mothers bring.
Oh, it pains me to witness this neglect,
A mother's place we must not forget.

Fatigue and sleep problems weigh her down,
Heartburn and indigestion, her smile may frown.
Hemorrhoids she may bear, silently so,
Itching and leg cramps, yet still, she'll go.

Morning sickness and nasal problems she may face,
Numb or tingling hands, her love leaves no trace.
Stretch marks and skin changes she'll embrace,
Swelling is but a testament of her grace.

So, let's not forget, let's not disdain,
The hardships of motherhood's tireless campaign.
Let's cherish our mothers with hearts full of love,
For in their presence, blessings truly abound.


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©Razi Tahir #mymother
#razitahir
MY MOTHER 


In Kashmiri, we call our mother Moj,
But I affectionately call her Bobeh, oh!
For her advice is always of great worth,
Guiding us through life since our birth.

Listen to your mother, she holds the key,
To a path where you'll never go astray, you see.
Her words echo with wisdom and might,
A constant source of strength, shining light.

Respect and gratitude should we display,
By heeding what our mothers kindly say.
In their voice lies a treasure untold,
A love so pure, a love that unfolds.

Yet in this day, some curses we fling,
Forgetting the importance our mothers bring.
Oh, it pains me to witness this neglect,
A mother's place we must not forget.

Fatigue and sleep problems weigh her down,
Heartburn and indigestion, her smile may frown.
Hemorrhoids she may bear, silently so,
Itching and leg cramps, yet still, she'll go.

Morning sickness and nasal problems she may face,
Numb or tingling hands, her love leaves no trace.
Stretch marks and skin changes she'll embrace,
Swelling is but a testament of her grace.

So, let's not forget, let's not disdain,
The hardships of motherhood's tireless campaign.
Let's cherish our mothers with hearts full of love,
For in their presence, blessings truly abound.


.

©Razi Tahir #mymother
#razitahir
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