Mother is so dear, so near
Guiding the way, to light up the day
One's past, present and future.
A friend and foe-teacher
Laughing out frowns, ups and downs
Ever one thinks, thinks of its benefactor.
From head to her toes-
She's warm and soft like a rose
As architecture, smiles her sorrows.
-Copyright © hrsharma ®2017
Ludhiana, Punjab, India
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