Mother is the spring of love.
Mother is the field of love.
Mother is the tree of love.
Mother is the field of love.
Mother is the tree of love.
The spring, which the deepness cannot be measured,does not dry.
The field, which the area cannot be known, is always fertile.
The tree, which its size cannot be assumed,
has no time without being fruitful.
The field, which the area cannot be known, is always fertile.
The tree, which its size cannot be assumed,
has no time without being fruitful.
Though as a woman she is tremendously weak,
as a mother, she is incredibly strong.
She is the waterfall of love.
as a mother, she is incredibly strong.
She is the waterfall of love.
The waterfall, that flows down eternally.
It always lowers our heads in front of that ‘mother’s love.’
It always lowers our heads in front of that ‘mother’s love.’
My son!
Have you ever had a moment to think about father’s loneliness?
Have you ever investigated about the existence of father?
Have you ever had a moment to think about father’s loneliness?
Have you ever investigated about the existence of father?
Father is the root of life.
Have you ever thought of father’s misery remaining silent in front of rugged obstacles?
Have you ever thought of father’s misery remaining silent in front of rugged obstacles?
Father is not a superhuman.
But father’s strong will would never break.
Perhaps the root of life hidden in his body is strong.
But father’s strong will would never break.
Perhaps the root of life hidden in his body is strong.
Source from : ‘Mother’s Love’
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