My Life My Happiness My Desire Is My Mother
I am a psychologist from Pakistan. l am a thinker, observer, avid reader, writer, and past-time story-maker.
My life my happiness my desire is my mother
My love my love my madness is my mother
In my sorrows whose eyes are wet
My life is the product of my mother
She is my companion joys and sorrows
She is a lovely person, my mother
My successes seek my destinations
My mother prays every moment for me
These achievements, honor, this name is from you
Whatever God has given me is from you
Roses bloom in my blood from your presence
The whole system of my existence is with you
This all my victories from you
I am the cause of my enmity
People respect me because of you
When I first put pillows
Under my head and slept
When first time I searched her body and I cried
Two hands held on
In the comfort of a warm embrace
What a deep sleep I had then
When was the first time away?
Walk on my own feet
Separated from bed then separated from home
It was a long journey
Hold your finger
When did it go away?
With soft body heat
Now I think and cry
