tulsi ne ramaayan likhi vedvyas ne maahabharat
vaidel ka diya kisi ne gyan likha kisi ne puran
kyu kisi ne kabhi na likhi maa bap ki kahani
kyu kisi ne kahi na likhi maa bap ki kahani
kyu kisi ne kabhi na likhi maa bap ki kahani
kyu kisi ne kahi na likhi maa bap ki kahani
tulsi ne ramaayan likhi vedvyas ne maahabharat
vaidel ka diya kisi ne gyan likha kisi ne puran
kyu kisi ne kabhi na likhi maa bap ki kahani
kyu kisi ne kahi na likhi maa bap ki kahani

bap kamaa ke lata hai bete ko padhata hai
bap kamaa ke lata hai bete ko padhata hai
armaano ki zamin pe sapno ka ghar banata hai
khota uska nasib ho to bap agar garib ho to
beta apne bap ki gurbat se sharmaata hai
sanp dud pike jahar ugalta hai mai sharab pike sach bolta hu
tulsi ne ramaayan likhi vedvyas ne maahabharat
vaidel ka diya kisi ne gyan likha kisi ne puran
kyu kisi ne kabhi na likhi maa bap ki kahani
kyu kisi ne kahi na likhi maa bap ki kahani

na kisi se kahti hai hansti gati rahti hai
na kisi se kahti hai hansti gati rahti hai
apne garbh ki pir ko nau maahine wo sahti hai
maa ke dil ko dukhata hai kokh me nastar chubata hai
phir bhi maa ki aankho se pyar ki dhara bahti hai
tumse yahi vinti ae mere bhagwan
na kisi ko dena tum aisi santan

Tulsi etched the Ramayana, Vyasa, the Mahabharata,
Valmiki, wisdom, others, the Puranas' lore.
Why has no one ever penned a parent's saga?
Why has no one ever spoken of a parent's core?

Tulsi etched the Ramayana, Vyasa, the Mahabharata,
Valmiki, wisdom, others, the Puranas' lore.
Why has no one ever penned a parent's saga?
Why has no one ever spoken of a parent's core?

The father toils, provides, and educates his son,
The father toils, provides, and educates his son,
Upon dreams' earth, a home for them is spun.
If fortune fails, if the father's plight is poor,
The son may blush, ashamed of all his father's done.
The snake drinks milk and then spits venom's stain,
I drink the wine of truth, and this I proclaim.
Tulsi etched the Ramayana, Vyasa, the Mahabharata,
Valmiki, wisdom, others, the Puranas' lore.
Why has no one ever penned a parent's saga?
Why has no one ever spoken of a parent's core?

She shares her joy with none, she laughs and sings along,
She shares her joy with none, she laughs and sings along,
For nine long months, she bears the womb's sharp throng.
The mother's heart aches, a knife within her core,
Yet love's unending river from her eyes is drawn.
I plead to you, my God, in fervent plea,
Grant no child such a fate, for all to see.