The Saint Mother - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I didn't find any other,
Any one better than my mother, .
But my wife is also a mother,
My daughter is also a mother,
My grand daughter with her doll looks like a mother,
Every woman is a mother.
Even if she could not give birth to a child,
She is never cruel, never unkind,
She loves children of her brother,
She loves children of her sister,
Her love becomes universal and spreads like air,
Every woman is a saint mother.
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