Mother, You Are

M Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal
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Mother, You are Sunday, May 13,2018 8: 37 AM you were cold but offered warmth with an affection, you were superb what to offer and what to miss! I always remembered your sweet kiss on the forehead you had depth like an ocean but I had never seen any worry lines on the face even if you had the stress people say"what is new in this" if she discharged her duty to please all the members of the family i wondered why was she only chosen for this role by an almighty are we doing the justice for her role? or only remembering on this day to call and remember her magnificent contribution I this she was an embodiment of the pure relation now, where do we find her? in old age home or as a beggar! I find in her eyes the reflection of the mother and I can't offer her comfortable shelter it has become ritual for all the individual to pay tribute on a special day and forget her in a ceremonial way Hasmukh Amathalal From

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