Babies born, babies die
Survival of the fittest
Is the truth that lie.
First wonder of world,
Mother’s happiness
Is always in her child
Be it a boy or a girl
Each is equal in mother’s eye
She nurtures, she teaches us
She plays, she studies with us
She fights, she prays for us
For no penny but love
Say it her duty,
Say it her selfishness,
She tries to keep us with her
She nurses with all her warmth
Holding tight in her arms
Not for any returns but love
She cooks world’s marvelous dishes
Just to please us and fill our tummy
Love is blind, Oh! It’s true
Mother starts loving her child
The day she feels it in her womb
Feel her pain, feel her sorrow
Before leaving her all alone
For her, the days become the darkest
When we get apart and go
Love her, praise her
Thank her, help her
Because she is the one
Who deserves these all.
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ReplyDeletesuch a lovely poem u hv written
oh mom ilu....
Thank you girl.. luv u too.. Thank you for your lovely response swthrt.
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