Aai Saheb

Of all the loves I’ve seen,

Hers is the purest,

Of all the places I’ve been,

Her lap is the best.

All my tears she has wiped,

So many joys she has given,

All my troubles she imbibed,

All my faults she has forgiven.

She is proud of me,

All achievements big or small,

From dancing to making coffee,

She appreciates it all.

When I left for Manchester,

I thought she would cry,

But my darling Mother,

Bade me a strong goodbye.

I never express enough,

Of my love for her,

No matter how (i’m) tough,

Without her, I will wither.