Mother
She is like a precious gold.
Who is like mother on earth?
Maternal boggling when problems,
The day realization was and nothing was.
For the mother line surveillance requirement.
Is it of the nine months of pregnancy,
Or the pain inured during child birth.
During the sick days,
Mother is one running helter skelter.
Mother, idol of war for our perspective life.
Mother has no e...
Monday 10th September 2018 9:13 pm
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