My Mother

Mother, db15d45b78e8c2d951857d48f0d9d0a1there is no one cared me like she cared.

She showed me her love to me the every second I lived with her

Many times I showed my bad face to her, but her face was so blooming

She was having a great hope that one day I will be alright.

That hope made me to stand here to think about her

The moments I fell down her face told me to wake up son

You have to walk an extra mile

I will walk for her, till we both reach our destination

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