By :- Aishwarya Raghunath
She is divine, she is nurturing
Filled with immense affection for every being
Whatever she touches turns into gold
Mother is an alchemist whose love never gets old
She splurges on her child without any wants
Expecting nothing in returns, with smile she bears all thorns.
race and looks which never matters for whom
A child’s guide, who she bears in the womb
She is every child’s very first confidante
Nurturing throughout without asking for remittance.
The world may deceive, but a mother will not
You are a permanent part of her life even after you are born.
Eyes may lie, but a mother’s will not
She loves you the most, even if she doesn’t tell it out.
The only one who bore the pain silently, just to get you this world,
Mother is the most precious gift of lord.
The world will ditch you, judge you and make you fall
At that time whenever you look up,
You will find your mother standing to hold you
Whether weak or strong, she will never let you befall…
DEDICATING TO THE MOST PRECIOUS GIFT OF GOD… MOM.
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