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Mother

Sep 28, 2022
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By NADA FATHIMA


“The courage she beholds

Still a wonder to me”

The existence of life,

The immortality of life,

Only something she could do.

The tiny body of hers

Have a beautiful world

For the lives she carried.





To cherish, to love

To forget, to forgive

The noblest art of all times,

Only something she knows.

“The courage she beholds

Still a wonder to me.”



By NADA FATHIMA




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