With patience she has brought me up,
So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.
She comforts me when I am in pain,
Or else a long time ago I would have gone insane.
She scolds me when she is right,
So rarely has she abused her might,
I love you mom beyond compare,
If ever you need me I will be there,
God is here in a disguise for me,
The faster I realise the better things shall be.
by Mohit.K.Misra
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