Mother is all the best
Long, long ago for me she took birth
I am the child born out of this earth
Obviously she is my natural mother
We love one another and live together
She is my protector, my benefactor
Her air is my breath, her water is my blood
Her each and every happiness makes me glad
The rivers of her are my artery and vein
I take a pang when she suffers a pain
Her hills is my pride, oceans are my essence
Her glance is bliss, and so soothing is her presence
The sun and the moon are my eyes, the sky is my breast
I am proud of her and she too, being the mother all the best
poem by Abdul Wahab
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