Mother Is Love
She rises from the love, and the love rises from her.
She became a moon for all the stars in the sky and the plants beneath.
She continues to mould things and rectify them.
When people have doubts about you, she is the
only person who is not to.
She bears the pain without tears.
She lives long after crossing the deathly fear.
She is maa, mom, mummy, and mother.
She is another face of Ishwar.
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