Ever ready to lead when in need,
Ever willing to help indeed,
Always ready to be disturbed to see you unperturbed,
Ever willing to let go of all to see you glad.
What a woman,
Care less for herself,
Consistently in touch to see you untouched,
Always ready to be ruffled to see you remain unhurt.
Unreserved in deed,
The starting point that is exactly like the apogee,
Embodiment of a rare woman,
Incomparable in attitude,
A light that sees your altitude,
And restructures you till it becomes a reality.
Long life to all mothers.
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I would like to translate this poem
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