Itna Ghareeb Hun Main

My Mother

I love so much my mother,

She's usually in my heart.

Even although we argue,

We'll by no means be aside.

She can tell after I have problems.

She knows once I am down.

She's always there to cheer me up,

and get rid of my frowns.

At times after I get mad at her

it's tough to stay that manner.

Only because she makes me giggle

every passing day.

What Is Life

What Is Life

And what is Death? Is nevertheless the purpose unbound?
That dark mysterious call of horrid sound?
A lengthy and lingering sleep the weary crave.
And Peace? Where can its happiness abound?
Nowhere in any respect, store heaven and the grave.

Then what is Life? When stripped of its disguise,
An issue to be desired it cannot be;
Since everything that meets our foolish eyes
Gives evidence enough of its arrogance.
'Tia but an ordeal all must undergo,
To educate thankful mortals the way to prize
That happiness useless man's denied understanding,
Until he is known as to say it in the skies.