Filled with love within and without
She gave all she had with no doubt
She took the pain of her offspring
She cried in her corner and smiled in her suffering
She took the song she couldn’t sing
She accepted threat and insults she couldn’t give
All these she did not for her name
But for the ungrateful heart in her bosom…
The ungrateful soul was called to reduce the mishap
The ungrateful never fidget and this never quenched the love
She spoke out of Harshness
She wished for a change in sadness
Oh. This love is sacred
She was endowed the burden yet she took it
He words penetrates the future like sword
Yet she never used it out of bound
Instead she persist with the good
She provide the food
She held on to the truth
She prayed for a change
She hoped for an increased gauge
This is the love of a mother…
The love of a true mother.
They are INDISPENSABLE….
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