logo ye kiski arthi chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali
logo ye kiski arthi chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali
roti hui sari basti chali
basti chali
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ma bete ko yaad karti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali

apno ne ruksat bhi na kiya
gairo ne aakar kandha diya
gairo ne aakar kandha diya
hanske zehar bhi jisne piya
har ek se pyar jisne kiya
wo pyar ko khud tarasti chali
tarasti chali
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ma bete ko yaad karti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali

ye dekh sakti nahi thi magar
ye dekhti thi kiski dagar
ye dekh sakti nahi thi magar
ye dekhti thi kiski dagar
kisko pata ye kisko khabar
kisliye tadpi ye sari umar
kiske liye ye tadapti chali
tadapti chali
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ma bete ko yaad karti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali

iski chita ko kyu aag di
isko jarurat kya aag ki
ye apne gam me jalti rahi
ye apne gam me jal jayegi
ye apne gam me jal jayegi
aankho me aansu bharti chali
bharti chali bharti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali
ma bete ko yaad karti chali

Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.
The weeping village, a river of pain,
A river of pain, a river of pain.
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.

Her own had no farewell to give,
Strangers, the shoulder, helped him live.
Strangers, the shoulder, helped him live.
Who drank the poison, made it thrive,
And loved each soul, they did survive?
Now thirsts for love, as shadows weave,
As shadows weave, as shadows weave.
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.

Though sight was lost, her gaze did trace,
The paths he walked, the time, the space.
The paths he walked, the time, the space.
Who knows the why, the hidden place?
For whom she yearned, this weary race?
For whom she ached, in such disgrace,
In such disgrace, in such disgrace?
Whose pyre ascends, this somber train?
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.

Why light the fire, the final plea?
Why need the flame, eternally?
Within her grief, she'll always be,
Within her grief, she'll find release.
Within her grief, she'll find release.
With tear-filled eyes, her soul will flee,
Her soul will flee, her soul will flee.
A mother's heart, a mournful stain,
A mother's heart, a mournful stain.