As an earthly man...
The tiny my self
Grown too big...
By help of
My Mother and Father...
The souls of parents
Let me study
Let me love
Let me....learn
Let me know
What the love is really mean
Today as a growth Man
I enjoy sun... moon... and... Stars
Hence... parents bring me to here...
To mother earth....
Thanks for the All things...
So...
As I was today as an earthly man...
I want to say...
For My Lovely Mom and Dad....
Happy Anniversary on Their Special Day!
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2009
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2009
2009-12-15th
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Dedicated to the Mother and Father on their Anniversary Day! Also thanks for the Dax, May and Nirasha for bring again me to where I should write special poem for my parents at their Anniversary! Your inspiration at Face book make me worth
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Time to Time
Don't know the reason to be together in different phenomena of life but we are endlessly together....
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Time to Time
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There was a time
That I am with you...
There was a time
That I am without you...
There was a time
That you love me...
There was a time
That you leave me...
There was a time
That you need me...
There was a time
That you hate me...
There was a time
That you hug me...
There was a time
That you push me...
There was a time
That you kiss me...
There was a time
That you feel me
Hey sweetheart!
Time to time...
I am endlessly with you....
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2009
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2009
poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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Complication!
Complication!
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It’s doesn’t a matter
Where you... are
It’s doesn’t a matter
You love me or Not
It’s doesn’t a matter
What so ever
But...
Peoples are questioning
From me
Every day, every year
Evens they know our history
I say to them
Thanks for the remember
Those lovely couple
That They seen in history
But in here
I want to say you
You are my lovely complication
I love it...
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2011
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2011
poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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You’re a dream
You’re a dream
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You’re a dream
That I cannot reach
You’re a dream
That I cannot touch
You’re a dream
That I cannot hug
You’re a dream
That I cannot have
You’re a dream
That I cannot forget
You’re a dream
That I never want to miss
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
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poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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Emmy’s world
Emmey’s... she is kind(working at Ritz Carlton) lady who love deeply to her husband Ariel and Daughter Ela(10 years old) I am dedicating this poems to emmy’s and family...(29-9-2010)
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Emmy’s world
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Days are gone...
How many...?
Hundred days
May be...
Thousand days
May be...
I feel I am alone at far away land
Million years...
One aeon...
I am apart from my husband
I am apart from my loving Daughter
Lovely both of you at matter of distance
Distance that I couldn’t control
Am I unfortunate?
Feel that some time...
Matter of my carrier aspiration
Matter of economy...
Bring me here
At far away land
I am mother...
I need your kisses, love, warmth...
Warmth of my Angel daughter
mmm.....
Why not?
Smile of my husband
And his love and hugs too...
Wonder can I kiss my Daughter?
Can I hug my husband?
Angels are Know...
I am at a far away land...
Matter of distance...
Couldn’t share my love and all...
Sending a kisses...
Sending a kisses and love
Through mountain
Through ocean
And stars...
Dreaming...
I say!
I love both of you...
Sending a kisses, love and roses
Forever and forever
Until I meet you
Again...
Until...We meet at
Home sweet home
I am your mom...
I am your sweetie...
Emmy...
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
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poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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Where Your First Rose?
Someone use to remember loved once after many years (first rose-First love) that we never forget. Looking for it again hence nothing can accomplishes first love. Time has changed every things...
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Where your first rose?
Where your first rose?
I know you looking for it
But you cannot find...
Where your first rose?
I know you having forget it
Somewhere that you don’t know...
Where your first rose?
Hiding some where
You cannot ever reach...
Where your first rose?
Beneath someone heart
That you don’t know the person...
Where your first rose?
That cherish for ever
You forget to rescue it...
Where your first rose?
That you need to smell it
But you didn’t...
Where your first rose?
Smell like angels perfume
You once smell...
Where your first rose?
That you looking every where
Run away from you...
Where your first rose?
That born together in every soul
But you chased away...
Where your first rose?
That gives you happiness
Forever and forever...
Where your first rose?
That you kissed it every day
When you have it...
Where your first rose?
That you still looking for it
After many years left by...
Where your first rose?
That gives you every thing
Warm, happiness and true love...
Where your first rose?
That only dedicated you
By a true angel on earth...
Where your first rose?
You will have it never
Again with jealous eyes...
Where your first rose?
That gives to you
Behalf of true love...
Where your first rose?
That’s become a disappear
After you say no...
Where your first rose?
That has an ocean deep of value
You value it forever...
Where your first rose?
Away from you now
That’s you call every day...
Where your first rose?
You call by dreams
But really cannot touch...
Where your first rose?
You call by name
But didn’t hear your voice...
Where your first rose?
Whispering with you
Every nights and days...
Where your first rose?
That sung a songs ever nights
To lullaby...
Where your first rose?
That you don’t know
where its still...
That’s with me
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2010
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2010
poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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I'm sorry I am a poet
24-04-2009, Midnight
I'm sorry I am a poet
I'm losing the love because I wasn’t trying much and also I live with hope. I was in deep depression my emotions are hard. Now time has passed and things have become messy, I cannot re-correct now she ask me to stop writing. But I am a poet very hard to stop writing. I never imagine in my life that I have to cross this point. This moment is gigantic, if someone loves somebody truly and unconditionally. How can stop thinks about someone. We cannot forget some incident until we die. Even we dies memories live until times end did not have a any dirt on her just I put my emotion on a paper decide strongly. I have to write, but not let her know and that’s all I can do. I believe in myself I believe in my quality.
Wish heaven and my star give my best friend back and hope she know that I love her truly and not expecting any dirty affair...
I'm sorry I am a poet
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I’m sorry of being so expressive
I’m sorry of being so domineering
I’m sorry that I cry for you
I’m sorry because I wait for you long
I’m sorry can’t live without you
I’m sorry for the tears you shed
I’m sorry for the damage I made
I’m sorry I’ve made you sick
I’m sorry I hurt you so deep
I’m sorry for giving you sleepless nights
I’m sorry for each and every clash
I’m sorry for your pain & distress
I’m sorry for the missing harmony
I’m sorry for my selfish love
I’m sorry for not caring enough
I’m sorry for my restlessness
I’m sorry for the losing dignity
I’m sorry my friend I made you mad
I’m sorry beloved you are so sad
I’m Sorry for not giving you any happiness
I’m sorry because it’s my disgrace
I’m sorry for thinking of you so very much
I’m sorry I always miss your in time
I’m sorry of being so mad about you
I’m sorry for my every blue
I’m sorry of being so young
I’m sorry now that can’t be cured
I’m sorry of being myself
I’m sorry that I’ve failed
I’m sorry and sorry again
of being insane
I'm sorry for hurting you
I'm sorry for making you cry
I'm sorry I didn’t realise why
I'm sorry for not understanding you new rights
I'm sorry for forget your new life
I'm sorry for all those happenings
I'm sorry for not listening
I'm sorry for not trying
I'm sorry my failed
I'm sorry I didn’t correct
I'm sorry for not caring
I'm sorry for not make you happy
I'm sorry for every things
I'm sorry for who really I am
I'm sorry I let somebody get closer too you
I'm sorry for fading away
I'm sorry I didn’t chase you
I'm sorry you swayed away
I'm sorry it was too late
I'm sorry I tried again
I'm sorry i cried all night
I'm sorry I never found you
I'm sorry your hearts lost
I'm sorry I couldn’t cure it
I'm sorry I love you true
I'm sorry I miss you so
I'm sorry if it’s too late
I'm sorry if I hurt you first
I'm sorry for every things I done
I'm sorry for all the things that i just flew by
I'm sorry for being so mad
I'm sorry for being so down
I'm sorry for not understanding
I'm sorry for missing countless nights
I'm sorry for missing you out the puzzle
I'm sorry for underestimating you
I'm sorry i let you fall that time
I'm sorry for my swaying emotions
I'm sorry for losing your heart
I'm sorry I wish things where ok
I'm sorry for being a idiot
I'm sorry but things where meant too be
I'm sorry for meet you in this soul
I'm sorry for call you as a love
I'm sorry for fall love with you
I'm sorry for see you in dream
I'm sorry for see you as a angel
I'm sorry for follow you in this galaxy
I'm sorry for my unending love
I'm sorry for let you know that
I'm sorry for not listening
I'm sorry for not give-up
I'm sorry I really am
I'm sorry I didn’t aging I chase you
I'm sorry if I never write you
I'm sorry if I never see you
Forever...
I'm sorry I won’t give up
My writing and my Love
Hence.....
I am a poet
Just trust me
By
O.W.Palitha Ariyarathna
Copyright, O.W. Palitha Ariyarathna.2009
All Rights Reserved By Author: 2009
poem by Palitha Ariyarathna
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My Parents
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
Ilove you i love you
I looking for you
to talk about my heart
which still ill
untill i will see you
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
You are the third one
In my small heart
After ALLAH and
And my prophet MOHAMED
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
Oh ALLAH is ordering us
Not to make them angry
Never to tell them
the smallest word ouufff
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
Oh ALLAH loves who
Makes his parents happy
And forgives those
Who have a lot of mistakes
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
Ilove you i love you
Oh ALLAH enter me
To the higher Firdaous
With my parents and
every single MUSLIM
Oh my mother Oh my father
Oh my mother Oh my father
Where are you where are you wher are you?
I love you i love you
poem by Abderaouf Laoud
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Male parental hierarchy.
My parents are two, grandparents four
And great grandparents, eight and so on.
I am known by my father, his father,
And his father and so on by male side.
My mother, her mother and father, their
Mother and father and so on are ignored.
My fathers’ mother and grandfather’s
Mother and so on go to oblivion.
I am known by my father, his father
And his father and so on as a family.
All women from whom I have drawn
Their genes have been shut out.
Parental hierarchy is represented
By male, women dislodged at every stage.
25.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Pa And Ma, A Tribute
For all the things you’ve done
To make those words have very precious meanings
For the thousand and one ways you’ve shown
All the sweet things in life
We’d like to thank you Pa and Ma
For being special… so special indeed.
All through our lives you are there
To share with our triumphs and defeats,
Laughter and tears, hopes and despair,
For being there when we needed you most
When we yearn for someone to understand us
When we seek for a shoulder to cry on
For simply being there when life turns upside-down
Thank you so much, Ma and Pa
For giving us the courage and inspiration to go on.
As we kneel down to pray
We thank God for providing us
Parents who’d never forsake
When everyone else turns away
This is a tribute to you, Pa and Ma
You’re 23 years together now
Many happy returns of this day!
Note: They have just celebrated their 41st wedding anniversary but this poem was written on their 23rd anniversary.
poem by Lilibeth Sacmar Apat
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Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
Prayers of parents make a peaceful heaven to a home
The children who neglect their parents will be cursed,
The Nature makes such children’s house a hellish dome,
They are lucky children who are blessed by their parents,
It is said that there is a heaven under the legs of mother,
The children love or not to their mother but she loves all,
She embraces good or bad children but she can’t smother,
Mother is habituated to pray to God for all their happiness,
A few children won’t love their parents but love their wives,
In old age parents are in need of only their children’s love,
Who devote God, adore parents will be happy in their lives,
Love of parents always comes to children from the sky above,
God bless those children who are blessed by their parents,
And God curse those children who are cursed by their parents.
poem by INDIA Mazid S Kazi
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Pro-life…
I thank my mother,
Who brought me forth
Into the world,
God made, so bold.
And my dear father,
For doing his worth,
To raise me up,
With love-filled cup.
I admire them
For such strong faith,
And duty-minds -
Both rare are finds.
I was their child eighth,
Of ten children!
God blessed them well;
Their work was swell.
But had they stopped with
Just one or two,
Like how some did:
Oh, God forbid!
What lovely parents
They turned to be,
And lived all life,
Despite much strife
If not for them both
What would I be?
-An abortus
Or dead fetus!
The love of Maker,
Good parents give
To children all,
When they are small
Such children bring them
Blessings from God,
And intense mirth,
Right here on earth.
I thank you parents;
I thank you God,
For gift of birth,
And lovely earth.
Just think of parents
Who do abort,
Against God’s will,
By their weak will.
Their life will be filled
With emptiness;
Their guilt and sins
Makes life non-sense.
Copyright by Dr John Celes 1-28-2008
poem by John Celes
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Children's role after you:
Birthday: parents to children;
Death anniversary: children to parents;
Marriage: parents for children;
Funeral: children for parents;
Others for these have no right;
Others for these are unfit.
Parents must have these in mind
When they write the will.
15.04.2012
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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If You Disown Your Parents
If you disown your father
Then you'll be damned
And you'll be damned indeed!
If you disown your mother
Then you'll be damned,
You'll be damned for that particular deed!
If you disown your father
Just because they're disabled
Will you ever receive a divine blessing?
If you disown your handicapped mother
Your curses will be by God assembled
And your troubles will - like wild fire - be kept blazing...!
If you curse your parents
Whom always you must respect and love,
You'll suddenly fall under bad weather currents
Yet you'll fail to fly and flee like a broken-winged dove.
If you disown the ones who brought you to this earth
Then beware, beware of nature's terror!
If you disown your parents then what you're worth
Will turn towards hassle and horror.
Without your parents where would you now be?
Now that you're famous then you reject them?
Learn to respect and embrace your parents
Nomatter what misfortune did to them,
Even when they do find death in life,
Respect, love and remember them.
poem by Comfort Ndlovu
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What Children Want Their Parents to do …?
Allow me to be born, mother –
Into the world, God made;
And let me glorify my Lord
In life, before I fade!
Allow me to grow well, father,
Into a healthy child;
And let me do great feats on earth,
Unlike a flow’r in wild!
Give me some special love, mother,
And nurture me with care;
Do spend enough time with your child –
‘I am your earthen-ware! ’
Protect me father, while I’m young,
Support my life’s bare needs;
I do not want to be orphaned,
Or taught to do misdeeds!
Take care of all my wants, parents,
Climb me up life’s ladder;
The modern world gives bleak chances;
Keep me always gladder!
Help me to walk and run and play;
Help me to stand erect;
Help me to talk and read all day;
Help me to be perfect.
Do hug me, kiss me, embrace me;
Don’t cane me unfairly;
Bathe me, dress me and keep me clean;
Let me do things freely!
Oh, do not neglect me parents;
I need you by my side;
Until I’m old enough to stand
Alone, and in God abide!
Help me to realize my God,
In everything I do;
Oh, let me serve my Maker well,
Through fellowmen, and you.
Help me to show my love for you:
I am your flesh and bones;
Bless me that I may tend to you
When old, in moans and groans!
Look after me like your parents
Bestowed on you, their love;
This is the duty, God expects
All parents to do, prove!
Copyright by Dr John Celes 5-16-2008
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Happy Anniversary (Our Special Day)
Of all the things we celebrate,
There is one very special date,
That special day when vows were said,
Our special day when we were wed.
Of you my love, I was so fond,
To want to start a lasting bond,
It was a sunny Saturday in May,
That day we call our special day.
I still recall your walk up the aisle,
As you gave to me a secret smile,
I could not help but feel so proud,
The luckiest man in the crowd.
As I stood and held your hand,
I really began to understand,
For when we two were joined as one,
A whole new life had just begun.
And when they said to kiss the bride,
I felt so very proud deep inside,
Knowing that we'd be sharing a life,
You and me as man and wife.
And looking back upon it all,
It's the good times I recall,
And if you asked me to do it again,
You'd just have to tell me when.
So now that it's our anniversary day,
There's just some words I'd like to say,
Everyday my love grows more and more,
Even more today than the day before.
And since I am so very blessed,
To be with the girl who is the best,
Once again I'd like to say,
Happy Anniversary Day.
poem by Alan W. Jankowski
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My Unhappy Anniversary
You ask me, how am I?
Well I'm still standing, aren't I?
That's something, that's one thing , that's gone my way
It's so hard, to go out, like everything ok now
When inside, I still cry for yesterday
This is my unhappy anniversary! !
But I lie, saying it's just another day
This is my unhappy anniversary! !
I know it's so stupid to feel brokenhearted
I wonder if you know just how much I hurt
I drink up and think up a toast to numb the hours
To get through without you is so hard today
Cause it's unhappy anniversary! !
And now it's near midnight, a few minutes and I
Return to get back to my former life
Pretending our ending was not so bad, I know that
It's time to escape you until next year
When it's unhappy anniversary! !
This is my unhappy anniversary
But I smile like it's just another day
It's just my unhappy anniversary
poem by Vivek Khanna
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I Am Too
I AM TOO TIRED TO WRITE A GOOD POEM
I am too tired to write a good poem
I am too cold also
I have been out all day in the cold and the rain
I have been doing errands since early in the morning
I babysat for four hours in the afternoon
I went out again in the cold and rain to buy a few groceries
I tried to write and could not
I read and overate a few times
I tried to write
But I could not
I am very tired now
A poem should not be a simple clear description of one’s own mood at the moment
I am too tired to write a good poem
But I try to write
And this is the result
A poor poem indeed.
I AM GRATEFUL FOR THE PARENTS I HAD AND HAVE
I am grateful for the parents I had and have
They are still with me
I miss them
Sometimes they appear in my dreams
When I am walking I think of them
I see them at various ages of their lives
My father young tall strong
My mother smiling kind warm in strong middle age
My father bent on his way to the senior citizens
My mother in a wheelchair no longer even half herself
Or in the pictures of them in their youth
As I never saw them in life
I think of them and miss them
Their dreams their loves are in me
Yesterday I was with a great – grandchild of theirs
Who they never have seen or will see
How happy that smiling calm child would have made them
Life is difficult and long and filled with loss and blessing
How I will love and miss my parents always
How they still live in me
And hopefully in what comes after me.
poem by Shalom Freedman
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Oh, FATHER! - FEEL MY Untold LOVE! (Part-2)
When I think of all the things you GAVE me:
Your sacrifices in food; love and affection are some to name,
The list goes endless and I fail to count what you gave to me;
With your heart, your mind, your energy and your soul of fame!
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
You burnt yourself like a CANDLE to give me light....
Your deeds are never dull; your love is never pale;
I count endless things you, an endless tale
All these you spent on me throughout the years.
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
Now I am in foreign land tormented like an alien, I'm hurt!
I am sad yet I remember Rudyard Kipling's poem, 'If' –
There a father suggest 180 things to his son; What if?
I am not with you; yet your advices ring in heart!
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
I cherish our relationship forever and a day,
Till earth exists and sun sparkles in every way,
Till Stars twinkle and moon delights I carry your name,
Till death may do us apart yet I carry all the same
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done!
We are separated by boundaries narrow.....
Yet in my memories, I'm with as your shadow;
I may carry your fortunes for while.....
Yet I carry your hope for a mile;
Mother, oh mother, I am still your little son!
Father, Oh father, I love thee till I am done! ................................................. .......................
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Oh, FATHER! - FEEL MY Untold LOVE! (Part-1)
poem by Harindhar Reddy
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To be fanatic
Mother is a Christian, father, an Islam,
Mother’s mother, a Jain,
Mothers father, a Buddhist,
Father’s mother a Saivite,
Father’s father a Vaishnavite,
And their forefathers none,
Which religion must I be fanatic of?
24.10.2009
[saivites = followers of God Siva;
Vaishnavites = followers of God Krishna]
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Like No Other...Mother
Mother...
Mother, who gave us her heart...her very soul.
Mother, who's understanding never wavered.
Mother, the one who dried our tears.
Mother, she lead us to the path of His Love.
Mother, who washed our cloths and cleaned the house.
Mother, who instilled confidence in her children.
Mother, who walked us to school.
Mother, who loved us like no other.
Mother, who quelled the anger within us.
Mother, who drove us to all our practices.
Mother, who never forgot our special occasions.
Mother, who protected her family, as a lion to a cub.
Mother, who always supported our father.
Mother, who scrimped and saved for our daily needs.
Mother, who was always the last to eat.
Mother, who was always the first to rise.
Mother, who cared for the animals.
Mother, a love that knew no limits.
Mother, who forever placed her family, before herself.
Mother, who was grateful, for every passing acknowledgement.
Mother, whose eyes shined, when she heard the words,
I love you mom.
Mother, who always saw the good in us.
Mother, who always taught us to never, never, give up.
Mother, who instilled in us, to be better.
Mother, who made us believe, we could accomplish anything.
Mother, mother...mother, you were like no other.
Mother, you will always remain, in our
hearts, in our deeds, in our thoughts,
in our lives and in our prayers.
Surely, beyond the stars, there's a special place for Mothers.