The velvety sunshine
Touching the baby roses
Look like;
Mother is kissing her little baby
The warm feeling of joy
It will bloom with mother's love
But when darkness of the night
Strikes down on baby rose
It will be no more a baby
Mother has already taught
Do not afraid of the dark
I'll be there,
Hiding the back of moon yard
Suddenly the little baby becomes so
strong
To fight with the darkness of every
wrong
And then with every single fight
 Dark night brings more light

~ Muhadsa Naqvi