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The depth of her eyes,
Hid a bunch of catastrophic lies;
Those lies could cause a major destruction,
But on the same time, could result in a resurrection;
Such is the most beautiful creation of god,
Boldly called MOTHER, always being tod;
Her emotions are of a different kind,
One moment visible & other back in her own mind;
Nobody asks her to stay,
But when she’s gone, for her they pray;
What she feels, she doesn’t say,
Because she is afraid, her child might go away;
Works all day, cares all night,
no matter her face grows blue, pale or white;
She’s a blessing moulded into a soul,
The ultimate strength & the strongest mole.
Without her guidance, my vision gets blur
I sure do not tell her often, but I absolutely love her!