Mothers Are Same

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Mothers are same Both were half slept Just before some second they had wept I consoled them and asked some more time They realized too and slept in no time Whole day they may quarrel And rush to me to tell About silly complains And cause me pain I was puzzled As time was turning bad I received news of motor accident That took away his life for nothing to comment I felt almost dead And could not read The future for children The dark clouds were ahead but clearly seen I had double responsibilities One as father and other as mother with whole day duties The children were small to understand But I was committed to stand No mother shall like to see the children Playing in street with dirty cloths and driven By insults from neighbors The though itself made me to shiver I took quick decision Let there be no confusion I shall take them to top of the ladder Even if I have to work as labor All mothers are same They have nothing to blame The farm woman labor or man working under sky They have to shed sweat for family and try

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