Day and night only on works,
No one's help, sometimes
It's her own choice,
Divine in her well being
Her own abilities have shared
With kids of her eyes,
Cautious all the time
Not in suspicious,
But for care and affection,
Maintains the world externally
And internally by self,
Never complaints about
Her melancholy to anyone
Still loved by everyone,
Beauty of her hands
Raise her future planned,
Being in thoughts of rushed
Life, we forgot to watch her
Supernal beauty,
Devote's we pray,
We wait for their rays,
She is the one always
Open for embraced rays,
She is non-other than
Women in our homes
We call it our "mom"
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