Mother
Everyone reveres their mother,
Sturdily I venerate my dear mom.
Nine months in agony and anguish,
After birth caring like butter in the
heat,
Washing the
sordid stool with her fragile hand,
Having
sleepless night,
And Facing
murky times when I am ill.
Obliged to
god for giving a benevolent mother,
My sea
engulfed with love will endure thou forever
Your adoration will be sculptured on
the stone of my heart.
And the rosy time will never fade away
from my intangible soul.
Love you my Mother.
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