A Mother - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
When my daughter said,
You are looking much better!
I was checking her blood pressure,
I knew it was too high,
she looked into my eyes,
and somehow managed to transfer,
her tears to my eyes,
got her daughter's smile,
reflected on her lips,
and when she replied,
I am all right,
I had to leave the room,
for wiping my tears!
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