Poetry about mother
Mother of the highest dream of love
Mother loving tomorrow
My unclean siblings
The first and last meaning of love
Life without you is all over
Under your feet is the only place of love
The mother of the eye and the lights of life
Your Inferior Heart was the Sea of Life
I'm tired of you
Mother is the tiniest place of love
Your memory keeps me calm
You got a song of love
The sound of your lullaby is miraculous
Mother of the Beautiful Prophet of Love
My moon is my back and you're here
My soul is a unique gem of love
I love you crazy
It was restored to you such a world of love
Oh Anise, nobody's moments
In my heart there is a rage of love
I'm hungry for you
I Do not Know You Love Lily
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The skirt of mother is the first teacher of a child
Daneshvar's child, where the mother-foolish mother was born
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You're worried that your eyes are on
Sorry that you remember less today
What was the burden of this love?
The Most Oppressed Lover of the World! Mother!
Poetry from Milad Erfanpour
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Monsieur Mother's Eye Tonight
Do not hang up on the hollow house
Make it easy and do not think the boy
On the ringleader of this house, we will not touch it
Nusrat Rahmani
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Parents,
They give birth to their children with humility
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Poetry about the mother died
You took me from my qiblah
Where are you doing now in the night?
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One is coming and the law is the survival of life
But you who went no one came
It's as if the law of survival is absent when you are not.
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In both eyes you have God
Love has meaning with your eyes
My mother is the fountain of yours
Jasmine sweetish scent
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My name and love were a beautiful name
Janet was a carpet under his feet
The day you know my disbelief
It's a pity that your life was minimal
...................................................... ..
Poetry about parents
Mother is like a pencil
Every day we see and shave it and feel it until it's over
And the father is like an autocrat
No matter how much to write, a change in appearance is not felt
Because it is empty, it's only a day we get to know that they are not writing
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If I have a heartbeat, I have a head lice
Surely my mother is given or I have inheritance from my father
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Chu mother is a lawyer, father is to pray
I am not a foreigner, I am not afraid of danger
(شعر در مورد مادر)
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If I love my father, I need my mother
Undoubtedly, I think of God in this plain
...................................................... ..
Poetry about the dead brother and the traveler
Poetry about the dead brother and the traveler
I miss you and I know you will not come back again. Keep watching as you watch it.
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Poetry about Grandma
Grand mother
I'm lost in the city hustle and bustle
Give it the green paragraph
You were closed to my arm in my childhood
In the first sudden assault Tatar love
I love you
Break the stone and stone porch
I stayed in hand
I walked in the foot
I've lost my sight
I've lost my sight
I'm missing a piece
We live on our day
Without you
I did not spare my smell
Nothing counts the stars
Why did you call me
Why ?
Rush and eager
Thirty years in vain, I was waiting for you and did not come
Badge to that badge
Which lasted two thousand years BC
And evening
The age of Valium
And philosophy
And the delicious sandwich is a minute of silence to respect my friends and dignity
Gangs of the old cradles and ringing bells
My good friend
When a mother dies, she will take a part of her children with her
We must love our mothers
When they are frowning, they unmade the house
We have to take their hands
So that they will not be feuded by God
We must love our fathers
To buy good quality slippers
And when we saw it, they stared at a point to give them a tea cup
Fathers, fathers, our fathers
We should love
Poetry from the late Hussein Panahi
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Grandmother I swear to you that you are light
God has created you for the light of Faafa
I go to that glory and to that dignity and authority
Janet is well under your feet
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At the window of the porch, it was on the table vase
Apple tree, spring that could sound
I tell her shadow
The place where teas and teapots were eating
Do you remember your grandmother?
I always miss the sweetheart
It would be a bad thing for you if it was bad for me now
What spring would be the color of the pool of fish
At all, all happiness was gathered inside your house
Do you remember your grandmother?
I was laughing at the broken Chinese
I did not have my own hands; if a hair was dropped off from you, people would
In the spring you would say: a beautiful girl walking in the alleys
Spring you said ...
When all the trees blossom with pleasure!
do you remember ?
...................................................... ..
Poetry about mother-in-law
I love you and I know that you are the enemy of my soul
Why not love my enemy
...................................................... ..
Poetry about the mother of the woman
One of the cleanest elders
She tells of a sharp woman
That's a day's sucker
It's like this to your groom
The god who turns on the wheel
Difficult complications come to you
Coats and shoes, pants and even cheetahs
Take for tax
Divine Coupons Hacked
Or get a gasoline card
Suck the check forms on your tail
Do not come to your senses and exhale
Stay in the Hijran Lion Pegah
Zachale in the hole
God damn me like a pumpkin
Be hairless
Oh dear, blood from your liver
God who is Erion boy
Such a bang that I gave you
Have I got out of time?
Give and Hawr and
Mother of the highest dream of love
Mother loving tomorrow
My unclean siblings
The first and last meaning of love
Life without you is all over
Under your feet is the only place of love
The mother of the eye and the lights of life
Your Inferior Heart was the Sea of Life
I'm tired of you
Mother is the tiniest place of love
Your memory keeps me calm
You got a song of love
The sound of your lullaby is miraculous
Mother of the Beautiful Prophet of Love
My moon is my back and you're here
My soul is a unique gem of love
I love you crazy
It was restored to you such a world of love
Oh Anise, nobody's moments
In my heart there is a rage of love
I'm hungry for you
I Do not Know You Love Lily
...................................................... ..
The skirt of mother is the first teacher of a child
Daneshvar's child, where the mother-foolish mother was born
...................................................... ..
You're worried that your eyes are on
Sorry that you remember less today
What was the burden of this love?
The Most Oppressed Lover of the World! Mother!
Poetry from Milad Erfanpour
...................................................... ..
Monsieur Mother's Eye Tonight
Do not hang up on the hollow house
Make it easy and do not think the boy
On the ringleader of this house, we will not touch it
Nusrat Rahmani
...................................................... ..
Parents,
They give birth to their children with humility
...................................................... ..
Poetry about the mother died
You took me from my qiblah
Where are you doing now in the night?
...................................................... ..
One is coming and the law is the survival of life
But you who went no one came
It's as if the law of survival is absent when you are not.
...................................................... ..
In both eyes you have God
Love has meaning with your eyes
My mother is the fountain of yours
Jasmine sweetish scent
...................................................... ..
My name and love were a beautiful name
Janet was a carpet under his feet
The day you know my disbelief
It's a pity that your life was minimal
...................................................... ..
Poetry about parents
Mother is like a pencil
Every day we see and shave it and feel it until it's over
And the father is like an autocrat
No matter how much to write, a change in appearance is not felt
Because it is empty, it's only a day we get to know that they are not writing
...................................................... ..
If I have a heartbeat, I have a head lice
Surely my mother is given or I have inheritance from my father
...................................................... ..
Chu mother is a lawyer, father is to pray
I am not a foreigner, I am not afraid of danger
(شعر در مورد مادر)
...................................................... ..
If I love my father, I need my mother
Undoubtedly, I think of God in this plain
...................................................... ..
Poetry about the dead brother and the traveler
Poetry about the dead brother and the traveler
I miss you and I know you will not come back again. Keep watching as you watch it.
Read more
Poetry about Grandma
Grand mother
I'm lost in the city hustle and bustle
Give it the green paragraph
You were closed to my arm in my childhood
In the first sudden assault Tatar love
I love you
Break the stone and stone porch
I stayed in hand
I walked in the foot
I've lost my sight
I've lost my sight
I'm missing a piece
We live on our day
Without you
I did not spare my smell
Nothing counts the stars
Why did you call me
Why ?
Rush and eager
Thirty years in vain, I was waiting for you and did not come
Badge to that badge
Which lasted two thousand years BC
And evening
The age of Valium
And philosophy
And the delicious sandwich is a minute of silence to respect my friends and dignity
Gangs of the old cradles and ringing bells
My good friend
When a mother dies, she will take a part of her children with her
We must love our mothers
When they are frowning, they unmade the house
We have to take their hands
So that they will not be feuded by God
We must love our fathers
To buy good quality slippers
And when we saw it, they stared at a point to give them a tea cup
Fathers, fathers, our fathers
We should love
Poetry from the late Hussein Panahi
...................................................... ..
Grandmother I swear to you that you are light
God has created you for the light of Faafa
I go to that glory and to that dignity and authority
Janet is well under your feet
...................................................... ..
At the window of the porch, it was on the table vase
Apple tree, spring that could sound
I tell her shadow
The place where teas and teapots were eating
Do you remember your grandmother?
I always miss the sweetheart
It would be a bad thing for you if it was bad for me now
What spring would be the color of the pool of fish
At all, all happiness was gathered inside your house
Do you remember your grandmother?
I was laughing at the broken Chinese
I did not have my own hands; if a hair was dropped off from you, people would
In the spring you would say: a beautiful girl walking in the alleys
Spring you said ...
When all the trees blossom with pleasure!
do you remember ?
...................................................... ..
Poetry about mother-in-law
I love you and I know that you are the enemy of my soul
Why not love my enemy
...................................................... ..
Poetry about the mother of the woman
One of the cleanest elders
She tells of a sharp woman
That's a day's sucker
It's like this to your groom
The god who turns on the wheel
Difficult complications come to you
Coats and shoes, pants and even cheetahs
Take for tax
Divine Coupons Hacked
Or get a gasoline card
Suck the check forms on your tail
Do not come to your senses and exhale
Stay in the Hijran Lion Pegah
Zachale in the hole
God damn me like a pumpkin
Be hairless
Oh dear, blood from your liver
God who is Erion boy
Such a bang that I gave you
Have I got out of time?
Give and Hawr and
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