He Shall Hold Hand
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Mother is no more helpless
With arrival of her princess
She has brought smiles
And happiness of golden style
Her eyes bear happy tears
Now she nothing to bear
Express no fears
And to keep open ears
She is stepping further
Age is taking her
From childhood colors
To youthful floor
She has her own world
The school has taught and told
“Be brave and face”
Time is to realize and chase
Everything is left behind
With new find of husband
He is her future boat
With happiness she has to float
She has to be an ideal woman
For her dream man
As he shall hold hand for times to come
Life shall always be beautiful and welcome
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