The words have no more energy 

To acknowledge the hands of father,

a great shadow over head
Lap of mother, a bed of sound sleep 

Back of brother like van of school and

Helping mind of sister

who always consoled me whenever my mind tired

Who dare to return the same

No one but only

one can realize and 

walk, holding hands of them forever

Asrarul haque Jeelani

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