Mother, women with the will of god,
Sent from the heaven for good.
Ensures unconditional love for all,
Enduring worldly battles without fall.
She nurtures life from her tender womb,
Bearing pain for nine months in bloom,
Delivers with pain of breaking bones
And loves baby without any condones.
Her love for baby doesn't need reason,
Akin to the flower that blooms in season.
She cares her baby like the egg of gold.
Covers with warmest blanked in cold,
Whistles for the breeze whlie in sultry
Until her baby dozed off from ailing cry.
For she can enjoy the dreamy smiles,
Cutest smile that can't be value in miles.
To cherish all, she defence like warior,
And saves baby from the worldly barrier,
Until her last breath, she fight for baby,
As in mom's eye, you are always baby...
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