The care of my parents
Is my heavenly abode
They are so so lovely
No less than real God
They love, they care
They are always fair
They guide to be right
Their match is rare
Their hearts are broad
No less than real God
They worry to feed
They preach good deed
They sow in the heart
A compassionate seed
They are my only Lord
No less than real God
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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