My Late Mother

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My late mother When it comes to mother We emotionally offer Our gratitude and respect The words certainly reflect It is our commitment And we respectfully comment About her selfless service Towards building up carrier in future with promises It happens in everybody’s life span Mother struggles with no sure plan Children are her only asset She makes it sure and allows whole of the people and let She feels proud for her son For reaching on top with various reasons It is not about making material gain But reaching with such a high position I remember once about my mother She was living alone but used to offer All words that were needed to boost my being in army Such blessings could have been enjoyed by many Her eyes dropped some tear tears when I was asleep in day time I asked her to say why she was feeling but she could only utter? “You are brave son” people are often complimenting about service I was amazed at her thinking and felt sad too at her choked voice

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