Amma
Her love is pure like the
sindhoor on her forehead.
In each breath she
thinks of her family
which is considered
as her Dharma.
It is her sincerity
to her duty make
a successful family.
She never expect any
reward for her duties.
No one can buy the
love and care of
mother from any shop.
She is one who is
mostly unrecognised
in every family.
The pain she suffers
is unknown and
incurred in the world.
One may excelled in every
field but if fails in the
position of Amma is
a great failure.
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