The world and skies are not equal
To the grace of my mother
The heaven and paradises are not equal
To the love of my beloved mom
She guarded me as a pearl in the oyster
Her words and love will enough to live here
She fed me with her blood and
Gave me a life and soul here
My every pound of flesh,
My every turns and moves
Are her precious sacrifices in the world
The God and fairies will never be equal to her
She is my mother.I love her forever
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