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Mother

Mar 24, 2023
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By Milind Ajay Agate


She leaves everything behind

Walks into a completely new world

She lets go of her aims

She buries away her dreams

Of her rights, she doesn't claim

And to nobody does she blame

She is a friend, she is a partner

Through all the joy and the times bitter



She is a teacher, she is a learner

She is blessed to be a creator

All the powers of universe

Are subdued at her feet

Every wrong fails, even a curse

She always has a cure

The one, to keep a family together

That’s how God made her, “THE MOTHER”.


By Milind Ajay Agate




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