móther.

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I know this poem doesn't match with the theme of the cover or the book description or any of my poems but I wrote this and I wanted to share it with everyone:)



she had a pure heart with a beautiful soul.

smiling through all the thick and thins of life,

she went on to fight like a warrior with this world.

many times, she had to climb the hills

of responsibilities alone.

but fearlessly, she went on.

many times, she had to cross the river

of accusations alone.

but with a smile, she went on.

she is my first lover.

she is my dearest mother.

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