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Jul 2020
My mom,she is the one
I first touched.
She is the one;
Who saw my first smile,
Who taught me to walk,
Who taught me to speak.
My mom,she is the one;
Who understand me,
Who standby me,
Who stop me to do wrong thing.
My mom,she is the one;
Who filled the color in my life,
Who filled the joy in my life,
Who filled the hope in my eye.
You never discourage me,
to do anything.
You always  praise me,
whatever I want to do.
So I promise you mom,
I'll never let you down.
And I don't complain for anything.
Cause you are such a sweet mother,
that I want you as my mom for thousand year....
-Milan Shrestha
Nightingale International School
Grade-IX

Sent to TheHimalayanTimes Newspaper 2012
Written by
Arise  25/M
(25/M)   
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     Arise and Hanna
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