Mother Of World

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Mother of world They bear heavy heart As part When hear about child's ill health The joy goes to one side after his birth It is painful And gives some lose threads To weave in life for future But it is very hurtful for mother Tears drop and increase worries As she has to carry the burden So long the child is not cured And fully nurtured How painful is pregnancy period! No one can avoid It is heavenly experience for mother Life's dream and real treasure I share her concern And may wish to turn Gloom to that of blossom She may then always witness bosom No amount of joy may help her Even if she wants to control an anger She has attained motherhood But worries her child's childhood

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