Kheyal Darya

A mound of thoughts

Parents

My Mother

I miss my mother’s gentle embrace

Her kisses chased all my fears away

With each passing day, the longing grows

For her love and guidance, my heart overflows

I wish she were here by my side

To be my rock, my constant guide

But though she is gone, her memory remains

A love so strong, it eternally sustains.

By: Mohammad Ifrahim Butt

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