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The Mother
One look into her
compassionate eyes!
And anyone will realize!
That she is the mother of
not just a few but thousands!
Who were blessed by her hands!
Hands that never stopped
helping the diseased and poor!
And taking all the homeless indoor!
Always clad in rough white
cotton saree with a blue border!
Her whole life dedicated to the poor!
The deep wrinkles on
her loving and caring face!
A map of mercy for the human race!
compassionate eyes!
And anyone will realize!
That she is the mother of
not just a few but thousands!
Who were blessed by her hands!
Hands that never stopped
helping the diseased and poor!
And taking all the homeless indoor!
Always clad in rough white
cotton saree with a blue border!
Her whole life dedicated to the poor!
The deep wrinkles on
her loving and caring face!
A map of mercy for the human race!
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The Mother
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