The Real Mummy
The one who brought us from Eden,
Suffered pains out of fun.
The one who learnt months of burden,
Knows mom is never done...
Living for others;
Amazing are all mothers
That nurture brothers.
The one whose perfect frown laughs cool;
Such spirited calm hints,
The one whose tragedies hide rule
So strict like dad's imprints...
Giving prompt warning,
To sustain cruel forewarning.
Mom's own- adorning!
The one who travel down smiles path
Before laughter runs miles...
The one whose pain gives joy footpath
That joy storms all pains guiles-
Building up real soul-
Each for love to be made whole,
And strip pains off goal.
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