Mystries of creation

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You are the mysteries of creation

God's great invention

My first teacher, my mentor

My life and a great motivator

You suffer from many restless night

To make my future bright

You taught me right or wrong

To make me more strong

You teach me not to become selfish at all 

This'll always makes you fall

Your heart is made of pure gold

Mother is the one who never grows old.

  • Author: [email protected] (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 31st, 2023 23:15
  • Category: Family
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