O, My Mother

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Normal child may miss his mother today If he or she is orphan and finds no way To celebrate the day with all agony We always insist and pray the almighty Mother has in formidable position No one can compare with her relation She is honor and pride of the family Entire family lives quite happily Everybody is aware of importance and can relate If she is no more in family has become late Only tears can substitute pain The memory rushes and permanently remains I personally recall about her presence Since morning to night she emitted fragrance Always kept face smiling with no tension She was so much careful about delicate relation I miss her and bring back picture in memory She appears with smile and expresses sorry “Dear sunny” how is your world today”? I only listen to her words but fail to request for stay My mom is not among family today But I feel great on this special day It reminds me of great soul on earth She was always towering strength till death

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