Verse 1
For as long as I can remember,
The windows always glowed for me,
In the room filled with quiet spring,
And embroidered towels on the wall.
In that sacred, peaceful chamber,
A child’s heart would read and know
Shevchenko’s kind and watchful eyes,
And golden patterns in a row.
Chorus
Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.
Verse 2
That endless childhood temptation –
Open the door and you will see,
A table dressed in Sunday white
And mother waiting patiently.
Verse 3
For as long as I can remember,
That white cloth always shone so bright.
In your room, dear mother, I know,
Every day felt like Sunday light.
Chorus
Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.
Verse 4
Maybe far from home and shelter,
My wings will falter in the air.
The star will fade, and after that –
No more nightingales anywhere.
Verse 5
Son, remember this, my son –
No matter where life takes your flight,
All may leave their mother’s home,
But none forget its gentle light.
Chorus (x2)
Mother, your children are like birds,
Spreading wings into the sky.
Mother, to your tender room,
We’ll return again by and by.
ضروری نوٹ
الف نگری کی انتظامیہ اور ادارتی پالیسی کا اس مصنف کے خیالات سے متفق ہونا ضروری نہیں ہے۔ اگر آپ چاہتے ہیں کہ آپ کا نقطہ نظر پاکستان اور دنیا بھر میں پھیلے کروڑوں قارئین تک پہنچے تو قلم اٹھائیے اور 500 سے 700 الفاظ پر مشتمل تحریر اپنی تصویر، مکمل نام، فون نمبر، سوشل میڈیا آئی ڈیز اور اپنے مختصر مگر جامع تعار ف کے ساتھ ہمیں ای میل کریں۔ آپ اپنے بلاگ کے ساتھ تصاویر اور ویڈیو لنک بھی بھیج سکتے ہیں۔
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