MOTHER BUSHERA

Beneath the golden morning light, She stands, a beacon burning bright. With hands that heal, a heart so wide, Mother Bushera, our love and guide. Her voice, a melody soft and sweet, A song of solace, a steady beat. Through storms and trials, she walks with grace, A gentle smile upon her face. Her wisdom flows like rivers deep, Guarding dreams that children keep. She sows her kindness, reaps our cheer, A soul so pure, a love sincere. Oh, Mother Bushera, steadfast and strong, In your embrace, we all belong. The world may turn, the years may flee, But your spirit remains, eternally free. She stands, a beacon burning bright. With hands that heal, a heart so wide, Mother Bushera, our love and guide. Her voice, a melody soft and sweet, A song of solace, a steady beat. Through storms and trials, she walks with grace, A gentle smile upon her face. Her wisdom flows like rivers deep, Guarding dreams that children keep. She sows her kindness, reaps our cheer, A soul so pure, a love sincere. Oh, Mother Bushera, steadfast and strong, In your embrace, we all belong. The world may turn, the years may flee, But your spirit remains, eternally free. Son: Riazul Haque