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Preya May 2020
Mom
Keeping inside in ur womb for like 9 months,
Requires a lot of guts,
By making ur dreams shut,
N I know this is more hard than cracking a nutt....

Carrying my weight without being concern about ur fat,
Protecting me by giving shade in the form of mat,
Giving me birth without carrying about wrinkles ,which is threate,
N welcoming me with a big smile, even though u suffered a lot of sweat....

By giving me the support of ur fingers,u taught me how to walk,
U were were like the umbrella who always soak,
My sleep were so delightful bcauz of ur heavenly laps,
I know bcauz of me u were only taking few naps....

I m lucky to be ur daughter,
Ur blessings is all which matter's,
Whenever my confidence broke, u always showed me ladders...
U r the reason for all my laughters,

Whenever I m in pain , I sense ur worry,
U became my shadow against the world which is full of misery,
Why mom's are so good n it's still a mystery,
N trust me mom cannot be replaced n this is a history..
Though I have written this poem ....but mom cannot be described in words.

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