Millions have written about her,
But to each the best is their own Mother..
How someone spends half her life caring and looking after,
Someone who might just leave her and let her dreams shatter..
Every moment at her lips is prayer,
For her child to be unharmed and at a place safer..
Doesn't have an iorta of selfishness,
But niether is she someone with whom you can mess..
The whole of your life plus the nine months inside,
She's the only one you can always find beside..
Any number of words used to describe would fall short,
But its a mystery how God created a woman of that sort..
Any person in this world in front of her will feel small,
But what you can do to her is respect and love her.. that is all....
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