MA, MOTHER, MOM

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Exhausted after the day's chores,

she goes to bed.

"I won't be following this tiring schedule tomorrow",

not once she said.


Though sleeping late at night, 

she is an early riser.

Sometimes even before,

the sun in the horizon appears.


Every work she does,

is to the point.

Not one pin here,

not even a little dirt's sign.


This is her perfection,

no one can pinpoint her mistake.

She is the deserver of admiration,

for nothing she does just for doing sake.


Respect and love,

that is all she wants.

We fondly call her,

MA, MOTHER, MOM.

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