By Zeenat Iqbal Hussain

From the moment a child opens its eyes.
To the world and its ties:

She nurtures it like a steadfast rock,
Right from pant to frock.

“And I shall guide you,
On the path that I walked on,

Before you came along.
In sickness and in health,

In poverty and in wealth,
Whenever I needed company,

You gave the note to the harmony.
Sit tight little one…”