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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Mother – A Feeling Mother... An emotion, a shadow, a voice. Whether she belongs to someone or not, whether she’s with you or not, everyone knows what a mother is. Ask anyone, and only one answer comes— Care, love, sacrifice. She may not be present in her own life, but she’s supposed to be in ours. I don’t know what a mother really is, but I do know— what a mother should be. I know what a house is, but I don’t know the feeling of a home. I know what a mother is, but not a mother’s love. Does a mother not have a mother too? Doesn’t she deserve love as well? I feel the presence of a shadow every day, but not the home. The mother exists, but I don’t see my mother. Maybe she leaves, telling me, “You will have to become a mother too.” Why doesn’t she stay for me? Doesn’t a mother deserve love too? Even I could say... “I never speak up, but I, too, fear the dark, Maa.” But she always says... “You’ll become a mother too one day, and then you’ll understand.” So I never said anything. I still feel scared, but a mother— she never knows the touch of her own mother’s pallu. She forgets the way back home... doesn’t she? There’s so much to say about a mother, but I wrote this… for her love. Everyone knows what a “good mother” means, but I wrote this… for the questions a mother never asks. Leaving one home to build another— it’s never easy. A mother is necessary for everyone, but... a mother doesn’t have a mother, does she? Maybe my mother doesn’t know anything, but they say— A mother knows it all. Sometimes I wonder... Why is my mother like this? But maybe... that’s just how mothers are.
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