lliasur Rahman

A woman whom I love and adore so much,

And keep her in my deep core of heart,

She is none but my adoring lovely mother.

Whose slice of smile makes me feel

The brightness of newly risen sun,

Whose slice of smile makes me feel

The fragrance of sweet rose.

When she smiles, seems to me the rose smiles,

When she smiles, seems to me the moon smiles,

When she smiles, seems to me the universe smiles.

When my headache increases,

My eyes become pale in woe and stress,

My tensions agitate me much

Then her  heavenly holy face

Floats in my mind’s eye then,

All of my odd distresses are removed away.

When she smiles before my eyes,

I feel myself the happiest man in the universe.

She is my mother and inhaler,

Healer of all of my sickness.

She wishes best for me,

Even in her pains and hardships.

This woman is none but my mother

Mother, the heavenly happiness.