She spins the wheel, makes the thread and weaves the world of dreams for her daughter.
I am not able to understand, as to whom I should ask, why she is separating me from her.
She gives palaces n crowns to her sons, then why she is sending me to a foreign land?
Why does a daughter even takes birth in this world?
Why does the night has to arrive when I'll have to leave my mom?
From the bonds of breaths, and the love in eyes, she has made the world a dreamland for me.
From the threads of time, and the motherly care, she has saved my heart from getting hurt.
She gives palaces n crowns to her sons, then why she is sending me to a foreign land?
Why does a daughter even takes birth in this world?
Why does the night has to arrive when I'll have to leave my mom?
I'll miss the games of hide and seek, and saying no to drinking milk.
I'll miss times of doing homework, and telling her about my girlies.
I'll miss going shopping with her, and asking curious questions about love.
I'll miss all the giggles, and her taunts for not taking care of myself.
Why does a daughter even takes birth in this world?
Why does the night has to arrive when I'll have to leave my parents?