Mother
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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