Kaam Aata Karne Deti
Changing attitude towards parents
In whose image the sun of childhood days used to drown as soon as it dawned, even the shadows of the gum could not dare to wander around, the heat of the sun could not stand in front of the chapel of the chapel, suffering from hunger. Childhood was blossomed with mother's milk, unaware of mother's hunger and mother's sorrow, childhood was only
familiar with mother's mother and mother's caress, but childhood did not know that childhood spent in mother's upbringing, mother's blood and Dita is watered by sweat, during this time, the reprimand of elder brothers proved that the siblings living in the middle of the four walls of the house are the flowers of the same tree, which may have different color but their fragrance is different Can not be
No one could dare to stand in front of the mother's love and father's caress, the bitterness in relationships with the cycle of time must have made us realize that we are the pieces of the liver of the mother who gave us her blood and It is watered with sweat, yet we are unaware that the mother who, unaware of her hunger and thirst, used the heat of the hot sun to flirt with the splash of her mantle,
spread her mantle in the heir's moments He was safe from the pandas too, used to reduce the distance of the road by sitting in his dock, today there is no one to understand the pain of the same mother, there is no one to understand and listen to his words, to reply to everything in public Has been included in the habits of the country, will we call it the irony of this country that the mother whose blood and sweat this body is made, today, instead of supporting her, the body is unaware of its sensible things Is not, why;
Nine months of being proud, not forgetting the echoes of childhood days, does not take away the name of the pictures of our childhood days in front of their eyes, whose creation of new paths echoing the saga of our successes in every breath. We go through the process of making successes, whose blood has laid the foundation of our lives, have we forgotten them by just pretending to serve or see them? Does not get time to Bengal, or we live away in performing their duty, the things we are sitting swear to avoid their responsibility, or we are engaged in stealing your live your sensible things.
Those people who have never expressed their sorrow in front of your happiness, strengthened your aspirations at all levels, today we do not have time for them, after all, why have we lost our duty today or wife's? Amidst the immense love and the future of children, they have forgotten them, the rights you have given to children and wife, are parents not entitled to such rights, if you If you cannot give a damn to your parents, it is okay, but you can reward them for your upbringing, now you will say that it was their duty which they brought up, but why have you forgotten who Jism is watered with your blood and sweat, today you are praising them for their duty, do you not have time to serve them one day,
Changing attitude towards parents
In whose image the sun of childhood days used to drown as soon as it dawned, even the shadows of the gum could not dare to wander around, the heat of the sun could not stand in front of the chapel of the chapel, suffering from hunger. Childhood was blossomed with mother's milk, unaware of mother's hunger and mother's sorrow, childhood was only
familiar with mother's mother and mother's caress, but childhood did not know that childhood spent in mother's upbringing, mother's blood and Dita is watered by sweat, during this time, the reprimand of elder brothers proved that the siblings living in the middle of the four walls of the house are the flowers of the same tree, which may have different color but their fragrance is different Can not be
No one could dare to stand in front of the mother's love and father's caress, the bitterness in relationships with the cycle of time must have made us realize that we are the pieces of the liver of the mother who gave us her blood and It is watered with sweat, yet we are unaware that the mother who, unaware of her hunger and thirst, used the heat of the hot sun to flirt with the splash of her mantle,
spread her mantle in the heir's moments He was safe from the pandas too, used to reduce the distance of the road by sitting in his dock, today there is no one to understand the pain of the same mother, there is no one to understand and listen to his words, to reply to everything in public Has been included in the habits of the country, will we call it the irony of this country that the mother whose blood and sweat this body is made, today, instead of supporting her, the body is unaware of its sensible things Is not, why;
Nine months of being proud, not forgetting the echoes of childhood days, does not take away the name of the pictures of our childhood days in front of their eyes, whose creation of new paths echoing the saga of our successes in every breath. We go through the process of making successes, whose blood has laid the foundation of our lives, have we forgotten them by just pretending to serve or see them? Does not get time to Bengal, or we live away in performing their duty, the things we are sitting swear to avoid their responsibility, or we are engaged in stealing your live your sensible things.
Those people who have never expressed their sorrow in front of your happiness, strengthened your aspirations at all levels, today we do not have time for them, after all, why have we lost our duty today or wife's? Amidst the immense love and the future of children, they have forgotten them, the rights you have given to children and wife, are parents not entitled to such rights, if you If you cannot give a damn to your parents, it is okay, but you can reward them for your upbringing, now you will say that it was their duty which they brought up, but why have you forgotten who Jism is watered with your blood and sweat, today you are praising them for their duty, do you not have time to serve them one day,
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