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Mar 2015
.                                                                ­      O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
You used to be worry about me and that made you weakened
You used to be worry about me for my pleasure and happiness
I was feeble at that time but I think that
Might that I had been the facilitator to remove your woes and regrets
Might that I had fulfilled your desires when you had
Might that I had given you bliss
I’m fear of your anger, O’ my mother.
I always pray for your pleasure
                                                                ­       O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
Now! I am a young one but
I often used to think
Your poise soul, services and honor are conferred to live at highest level that
World dare not to give any reward so there is no any reward of your fidelities
So there is no any reward of your prayers for me
My fidelities are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
My prayers are for you for your eternal bliss and pleasure
.                                                       ­         ­      O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
I’m result of your prayers! and I think so!
I’m result of your fidelities! and I think so!
If I could able to leave facilities of the everyday life
As these are mortal
So
I wish I could break these idols
The stars which were tearing and falling ones for your sake
I observed them all on my eye shades when I recalled you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
I wished to spend this age for your fidelity
I wished to do this great job by the grace of God
But
I often used to think so
There is no narration able to deliver an appreciation
As Mother is “Flux of eternal light”
So a span of one thousand years is too short to capture such light.
                                                          ­             O' My Mother! I pray for you
                                                             ­          O' My Mother! You pray for me
A translation of my own poem written in Urdu language. The name of book is "RAH TAKTI AANKH (راہ تکتی آنکھ)"
Dr Zik
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Dr Zik  M/Pakistan
(M/Pakistan)   
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     John Stevens, Dr Zik and Cathryona
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