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.
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