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On my love,
I do not like to talk too much
As a lot of words
Will only create a commotion
So I prefer to keep a silence
On my nuance
Rest of all I leave,
For your better comprehension

In your child hood
When you do not eat
And in your adult hood
When you do not give me food
Silently I always cry
But still on my brave face
I keep a broad smile..

I do not call you to come in
When I burn myself under the sun,
But when I see you to face cold out-side
I must welcome you to this cave
Even I have to burn my ribs to give you warmth inside.

I do not allow you to hold my hand
When we cross a river or pass a narrow bridge
In danger I know you can leave
But I always hold your hand, tight,
And throw you up to the other side
Though I never think whether I will be dead or alive.

thanx for you we have to know the value of our parents before they go

thanx for you

thank you so much
really
we need someone to remind us the great consideration of our beloved mothers.
our mothers offered inimaginable sacrifices for us just to survive and to grow up
whatsoever we do for them. we can.t recompensate them even one hundred percent
we ask God to give us merciful hearts. to love tremendousely our mothers. to win their hearts.
the best reward in this life when we got our mothers. satisfaction
if our mothers are satisfied..God will be so
if not. it will be very difficutlt to face God.s anger