Without her there’s no race
No trace to our origin
The earth would have been empty
A source of our livelihood
Though regarded a weaker sex
We are told ' Let the weak say I am strong'
And so with her hands
She makes a home
In nine months a little angel she brings
Multiplying joy to her family
Fulfilling the creators command
'Go ye and fill the world'
The strength of woman
Though the society looks down on her
No one can live without a mother
When in a fix she is the first person to think of
When you are down she is down
When in pain she is in pain
When you cry she wipes your tears
Seeing everyone happy is her joy
She fulfils God's command
Brings up a race
Builds a nation
A mother
Truly a queen bee
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