Meri Ma....
Days weave in and time goes go by,
But, none sweeter than those under her eye.
We fight, we differ,
We plunder, we pilfer…
Not a day, that there hasn’t been a tiff
Yet, I cant have enough of our miffs.
From the moment I rise, till I retire,
She does her duty with zest and fire.
Whenever I am down and out with tears
She holds my hand and wipes all fears.
In her eyes, is the love
That melts for her pieces of heart
Wherever they may be,
Today, tomorrow, near or far apart.
She sings her symphony of life
From which we learned what it is to strive.
For all the world may be,
She will never leave me.
As I stand here today,
Words are pithy to glorify her,
Her place is way above all,
She is my dearest.. Mother.
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