Mom

Mom is the glimpse of my 
heart and soul, ray of my
eye.
She is greater than heaven
her heart as soft as the soil
She is much more than 
penny and 
pie.
She reared and bears mine
she is the triumph of my pulse; 
She is supreme all 
time.
Devils, might have been son but mom 
she can't be cruel but flooded in mourn 
nothing could be as big as 
mom.
She is great in heart 
much more than the goddess
she is my heaven and hell 
joy and sorrows
she is full and final for me
she is mine
goddess.

devotionfree verse

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