Your Mother Poem by Naveed Akram

Your mother is desperate for knowledge,
My art is to teach her the deeds of acts;
Those acts inside the acts become wiser,
And everyday my action will benefit the mind.

When he left the tree of his house,
The little bird watching us was kinder;
His kindness returned to the planes of fire,
Wings furiously flapped for the whole age.

We have the wisdom of our fathers and mothers,
Our praise is for those with kindness,
And love teaches the artists and teachers,
The love of the love, the love of the mind.