Mom
A four lettered word love it is
But do we know it's true essence
It's a pious feeling which breaks all the fence
The love a Mom has is immense
The way she nurtures us in her womb
The smile she gives us in our gloom
She makes our life cheerful and steady
She is our personal iron lady
The best creation of God, sure she is
Her blessings are like infinite rays
She kisses our boobos, she braids our hair
We love you Mamma every single day...
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