She is the one,
Who's always there.
She is the one who sits by you,
When you're scared.
She carried you for nine months.
And fought all odds just for you,
Without breaking a sweat.
The only time she smiled,
With all her heart,
Was when she first saw you,
And promised never to part.
The love of a mother,
Cannot be replaced.
And her memories are such,
That just cannot be erased.
Her substitute,
Is an impossible find.
Yet she is the best gift,
Ever been given to mankind.
As I struggle to describe her further,
I realise that words,
Aren't just good enough,
To describe the true love of a mother.
The next time you see her,
Give her a little more respect.
Because your love,
Is the only thing she expects.
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Escape From Reality
PoesíaHey everyone. I'm Krishna Chhabria, and I work in the tech industry as a software engineer and do possess a passion for writing. The title is pretty apt since writing allows me to escape from my reality into a world where I can freely and fearlessly...
