Rebirth To Her

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I loved mother than anybody else She was always there with kindness Running after me with breakfast plate “Please have some bites” she may state Her kind behavior makes me weep She always rushes to keep me under emotion Why God did make such fine creation? I felt so heavenly with her relation Many times I feel like crying Sometimes I may be worrying “What will she be doing there”? Oh no, oh no with unknown fear Many times I have written about her Each time I find something new to bother She will present beautiful kind face That shall always keep me in shining face I find in her entire universe Faith, trust and curses too She is there to address all remedies Her approach always same and does not vary I would always love to take rebirth Serve her well with all desires till death Keep my head in her laps and cry for help She may offer it to me with her gentle slap

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