Kisi Ki Rabba Maa Na Mare Lyrics By Hamsar Hayat Apr 2026

That is the essence of true poetry—to take a personal ache and transmute it into a collective embrace. The lyric does not ask us to forget our own mother’s face. It asks us to see every other mother’s face in hers, and to pray for a world where no one has to sit by an empty chair where she once sat. Hamsar Hayat’s “Kisi Ki Rabba Maa Na Mare” is more than a lyric—it is a dua (prayer) worn down by grief, polished by love, and offered to the void. It speaks to the orphan in every adult, the child in every mourner, and the fragile hope that somewhere, somehow, the universe hears us when we cry for the one person who made us feel at home.

To hear it is to feel a lump in the throat. To understand it is to realize that the greatest act of love is not to avoid one’s own pain, but to beg that others be spared from yours.

On the surface, the lyric appears simple, almost childlike in its directness. But within this brevity lies an ocean of anguish, empathy, and existential truth. Hamsar Hayat, a lyricist known for weaving the sacred and the sorrowful, has crafted a line that transcends language, religion, and geography. It is not just a line of a song; it is a prayer, a wound, and a shared human condition. Across the subcontinent, the word Maa (mother) is not merely a familial term—it is a spiritual anchor. She is the first guru , the first home, the first taste of unconditional love. By invoking the mother, Hamsar Hayat taps into a universal archetype of safety, warmth, and origin.

In the vast landscape of Punjabi and Sufi-inflected poetry, few lines cut as deep and as raw as Hamsar Hayat’s haunting supplication: “Kisi ki Rabba maa na mare” — “O Lord, may no one’s mother ever die.”

In a culture where mothers are deified—from Mata to Maaji —this lyric reverses the usual praise. It does not glorify the mother’s sacrifice; it mourns the world after her. It acknowledges that no matter how strong a person becomes, the loss of a mother leaves an orphaned child inside them forever. Perhaps the most extraordinary quality of “Kisi Ki Rabba Maa Na Mare” is its radical empathy. In an age of division—of borders, beliefs, and battles—Hamsar Hayat imagines a humanity bound by a shared vulnerability. He whispers: Your mother’s death hurts me too. I feel it as if she were my own.