A feel which comes around,
A care which is not in our bound,
A love which is like a mount,
Truly deserves to be crowned!
A smile of her face,
A stroke on my cheeks,
A kiss on the head,
A wish even in my bleak,
A sweet li’l girl sits in the corner and says…’ma…I miss you’!
The hug which holds us tight,
The warmth which breaks our fright,
The words which moulds up right.
Certainly takes us out of the plight!
The words and colours fades away,
The gloomy li’l world moves away.
The brightness of the sun brings again,
And the sweet li’l girl feels the pain!
She wakes up and makes her mood
And tries to find her own route.
Confused was she that she couldn’t find,
And had to bring back her ma ma’s mind.
And when she found the desired ground,
She found herself murmuring around: ‘ma..I miss you’-rabiya farheen
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