Punjabi version 3129
Hindi version 1983
Mom, you always feel my silent cry,
Before a tear can touch my eye.
You're always near when times are tough,
Your gentle care is strong enough.
You know my needs before I speak,
You give me strength when I feel weak.
No matter how the storm may blow,
Your love still finds a way to show.
When I am lost or feeling low,
You guide me back with your warm glow.
If nights are dark and hopes are few,
I still feel safe because of you.
Life may bring hurdles, big or small,
But with you, I can face them all.
With every fear and every fall,
Your name is what I first recall.
You are the peace in every storm,
You are the fire that keeps me warm.
What more to say? You are the one—
My moon, my stars, my rising sun.
No temple’s needed, no holy place,
Your love alone is God’s own grace.
So here I stand with folded hands,
You are my heaven, here on lands.
4.51 pm 17 June 2025
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