It is the heritage of the society. It is a lake of love, Mother makes a piece of the heart, Sons come when called, Daughters come uninvited mother,
By Mange Ram saini11 days ago in Poets
The light of the moon is also shy, The light of the sun also fade My daughter looks like a doll (beti gudiya), When the head waves on the head,
By Mange Ram saini14 days ago in Poets
I rubbed my head on every door frame, Leaving the feet of parents, They kept suffering but I was happy, By breaking the relationship with parents,
By Mange Ram saini17 days ago in Poets
Keeping my life in my hand (Jaan palmi par rakhkar), Gave me this life, First prayer for that mother, The mother who dedicated her life to me,
By Mange Ram saini21 days ago in Poets
Mother, as long as the string of your breath lasts, You smile softly, Before your feet slip on the path, I am standing with both my hands outstretched,
By Mange Ram saini24 days ago in Poets
An albela shayar (albela shayar) -sa, He lives in every colony, Remain lost, I don't know what fun he is in. , The one who haunted my dreams,
By Mange Ram saini26 days ago in Poets