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Medwin Mirza Apr 2018
Motherhood is not just womanhood and parenthood,
but more than a relationship that offers blood as food.

Every man is his father's descendent in name,
but it his mother's love that brings his fame.

She wants us to defeat her ,but she never get jealous,
yet she works for us and makes us zealous.

Her love is just the wind in sea,
that keeps us waves ,going in free.

Every mum's scold is only just to show,
that she can only speak words of love.

A mother's pain does not end with childbirth,
just like a mother's love that does not end with death.

Every child is special for a mother,
though we consider her to merely bother.

Without her there ,is no human race,
it is everybody's gift to see a smile on her face.
  
                                                                ­                  -Medwin Mirza
This poem was written by Medwin Mirza

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