She Is Mother
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She doesn't wear
a pointy hat,
doesn't ride a broom,
or, lives with a black cat.
She shares with children,
the gentle drops of rain,
its name is pure dream.
She takes away our all pain.
She prepares for her dear ones,
many fabulous dishes,
if once we want to have,
our request she never misses.
She is not a sorceress,
she is not a witch rather.
She can do anything for all of us,
Oh! she is our Mother!
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