For A Father - Poem by Jayram Daya
Mother is an ocean of duties,
in a sea of love.
Fondness makes the waves, foam and bubbles,
in many waters.
Loving waves arise, collide, play and wane
with each birth.
When sailing away from the troubled waters,
she guides your destiny.
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