But it is as different to be a mother.
She has abundance of love for your sister or brother,
She is your best friend,
Her affections know no end.
When a child, you need her at every step with her
guiding hand , in the night you slept.
Her assuring small to you was the most beautiful experience in the world.
But now its not hers but your perfume.
And for you, mother is an ordinary word
You now need her to iron your clothes and wash your dishes
She does everything even against her wishes
She's always before you
She sees that you are comfortable and have no pain
But by doing this what does she gain?
A symbol of selflessness and sacrifice she is
Whom you take for granted
You hurt her endlessly.
Whenever your name she chanted,
But she cannot live without you,
Because she still feels about you
When alone she touches your things,
And weeps secretly.
She still loves you intimately
Have you ever thought this way?
Had you not been selfish and ungrateful,
Does she deserve to be in the old age home,
Why not step forward?
She needs your love and compassion.........
LET'S BRING HER HOME............
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