Mother is like a warm lap father is like rock
Both look after their wards around the clock
Who save them from any hurdle and shock
A story of full of sacrifices of the heroic epoch

Wards are the sign of all the prayers of parents
On every occasion they act like cover for infants
Parents consider them for old age armaments
Under all circumstances they bear the torments

But what they give to wards do they get in return
The wards when grow up don't share they earn
This is the concern which they do portray,discern
What a ****** life and what is its apparent pattern

Col Muhammad Khalid Khan
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