A Mother's Guiding Light
In an Indian home, at break of day,
It is a tender scene, in a timeless way.
A mother's love, a daughter's quest,
In this morning light, they're truly blessed.
On the floor, their space is shared,
With books and notes, they're both prepared.
The young girl's eyes, so full of grace,
Locked onto her mother's wise embrace.
A quiet room, the sun's soft kiss,
Illuminating this scene of bliss.
A mother's touch, her gaze so warm,
Nurturing dreams in every form.
In cotton sarees, simple and neat,
They sit together, love's heartbeat.
With homemade books and stationery,
They craft their educational journey.
With every word and lesson shared,
The mother's wisdom, tenderness, and care.
In this modest abode, they find their way,
Learning and growing, day by day.
A snapshot of a time, now past,
A mother's love, forever to last.
In rural India's tranquil embrace,
She becomes her daughter's first embrace.
Through the window, sunlight streams,
A symbol of hope, of shared dreams.
A mother's role, both profound and true,
Guiding her child, helping her through.
In humble means, they find their way,
With love and learning, come what may.
This mother's lesson, from her heart,
This is where a child's education truly starts.
As time moves on and years go by,
The bond they share will touch the sky.
In this Indian home, a story unfolds,
A mother's love, forever told.
From basics to values, life's every part,
Taught by her mother, with all her heart.
A daughter's future, set aglow,
By a mother's passion, love, and flow.
So, let us cherish this sacred role,
A mother's teaching, her lifelong goal.
For in her lap, a world takes flight,
Where a mother's love ignites the light.
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