Akash Sawle

(19/August / Indore, India)

Mother


Mother is she who spends sleepless night to
make you sleep
Mother is she who understands you from
the very deep…
Mother is she who will laugh and cry along
with you….
Mother is she who teaches how to drink, eat
and how to chew…
Mother is she who scolds you for your good
Mother is she who will support you in any
mood…
Mother is she who accepts you in any
situation…
Mother is she who motivates you for your
every little creation…
Mother is she who gives you blessings at
every step…
Mother is she who is always worried for
your fate…
Mother is she who can catch you if at any
moment you lie…
Mother is she who never wants to see her
baby cry….
Mother is she who is different from all
other…
Mother is she who is never comparable to
any other…

Submitted: Friday, February 24, 2012
Edited: Monday, August 05, 2013

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