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MOTHER

You brought me to life, gave me birth,

Amidst all the jitters, although it awfully hurt.

You clung on to me, grasped me tight,

Fed me first, forgetting your plight.

Seized away my fears, kissed me to sleep,

Played along with me, untill I forgot how to weep.

Spent restless days and had sleepless night,

Just to see my beaming face so bright.

You went through pain, became wretched,

So all my wishes and desires were fetched.

Mother you are an angel-guardian of God in disguise,

Resembling your demeanour is something I'd always fantasize.

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