AN ODE TO MY MOTHER!

Oh, what exquisite comfort,
That I feel with no pain!
Like the pleasant sound of a trumpet,
You blow away my concerns in enchanting melody!

Caught like a fish in a net,
During my worst times,
Makes my heart wish,
For lifetimes to cherish!

I grew and still grow,
Under your guidance to fight, Mother!
I am not a sadist to throw,
These wonderful times (away) like some trash!

Swetha

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