I can’t explain her ever in words,
However I try sometimes,
Each drop of hers contains oceans,
And drops are several we can’t count,
She is the face I first saw,
Her love is what, words can’t draw,
She is pretty like she ever was,
And the love is never ending,
She still pamper us like a kid,
And scolds us too,
Love, care, compassion, selflessness,
All she has given us taught us,
This really is true,
O Mom!! Your kids really respect and love you,
And the youngest one,
Actually, miss you.
-Ashish Roshan Lal Sharma
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