*Female mother'
*Jasim Uddin
The first thing that stays in the thumb of the night,
Sighs, whether it is heard or not, no matter where to respond.
Mother of the sick child is the only one who is awake,
Soothing eyes should be asleep in the eyelids.
Niju shook the shadows near the Shiar,
At the same time, the mother of Birhi mother alone will wear a pair of shoes.
The sound of the wild smoke,
The scent of rotten leaves is out of the dungeon?
The small sloping house, the winter air coming in the shackles,
Mother sitting in Seyar minds the mother's life expectancy
How many boys are there, "Murray, how many nights? When will it be morning,
Who does not take good, and who is lying like this? "
How many mothers! A time to sleep quietly, "
The boy is angry, "How do I sleep when I do not sleep?"
Mother kisses on the neck of the pandu, hands on her hand,
If there is any affection in the chest poured throat with the date.
The meaning of candle in the house of prayer, means to donate money,
Give her a good son, cry on the crying
Well done Alla Rasul Good night, pir.
In front of you, Nayon Nir, who is in front of you,
Canna well in the Bansban, call the night darkness,
Honey in the air in the air of the bird wings falls helper.
The wild girls in Buppatha fest the fog,
Ash ash What are the fears of the fear of rising and rising.
To think about the defeat of the shaheer is in the corner,
Pests, pests, good-hearted sorcery in the mind.
How many boys, "Mama! If you are good tomorrow,
If you play with Karim, you will not cheat?
Well tell me mother, Rahim uncle uncle is not like this
Can I have so much disease in my stomach?
Mother only meets the face of a sick child,
Floats floating around his life.
"Listen mother! My lick but as long as you can,
Rakho dhapapera moya tied seven-nary shika later.
In the new patty of date palm, the hormone is full,
Please decorate the room after me. "
The boy was silent, Maa slowly speaking with his head,
The thunderstorm in the outside of the tham tham tomorrow night.
I remember sitting in the bedroom of a sick child,
On some days she did not tell the mother that in the forest.
Asenaco i-dhye ke baar prana,
Suddenly I heard that the boy harshaya son music by harshaya
A giggle of Bethlehem bumped his jumur,
Where was the face of the molestation, ink-purusha?
How many times do I remember, the house of the poor,
How small a child can not have metabolism
On the day of the wedding, the doll did not add money,
We said we did not see the Muslims.
Karim that went? Rahim went on? The question is - Mala;
Answer: Dukhini mother's doubling increased irritation.
Even today the disease does not add to its diet, medicine has not brought,
Mother's wings by frying the bird in a storm;
Bhutum is calling in the house of Chalets, Aukalan tune,
I do not understand the death of the deceased. Happiness, moan, distance.
Birahini Duck calls for a rotten dive,
Kishan boys have got their child stolen tomorrow
In the field of mosquito, the old leaves fall into the forest,
He drops his leaves and dries out in water, and he is in the water.
Mother is sitting alone in the bedroom of a sick child and she is awake
In front of his darkest night, the dark night-night page.
On the side of the fire, the light of the clay playing in the air,
With the darkness, Jijiya came back to his oil.
This poem make me sad but is very beautiful, congratulation.
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