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Tejas raj


Mother


Mother, Mother, Mother
Who she is I wonder
Just a women or god sent savior
Her heart is like a river
Smooth and always together
Mother, Mother, Mother


As sun gives brightness,
Moon cuts the darkness,
Mother gives us confidence,
she teaches us with lots of patience,
Mother, Mother, Mother


Mother is a gift to a child given by god,
To develop her ward
She scolds and beats hard,
And she see's her child go up
She'll be the first to jump.


So be proud to say
MOTHER, MOTHER, MOTHER

Submitted: Friday, July 05, 2013
Edited: Thursday, July 18, 2013

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I dedicate it to my lovely mother

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  • Pravesh Choudhary (7/13/2013 4:21:00 AM)

    mother mother and mother mother is my life hope your also.
    mother is god
    mother is life
    mother is everthing for me
    mother is my mother
    -pravesh choudhary(student) (Report) Reply

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