My Mother- My Support

My Mother  My Support ode

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Shattered to pieces I walked past thousands of many,
But she stood besides me whether my life was dark or sunny.

I didn’t realise that she was the only one who held my hand,
When the whole world called me stupid and mad.

She is the one whose sacrifices on me I cannot ever give back,
Because such capabilities and talents in me I lack.

Her shoulder and lap are the only places where I and my heart can cry,
Seeing the pure face of her, of happiness I get a sigh.

What I am in life of it she is the ultimate cause,
In every action of mine she is the reflection whether I play or for a moment pause.

My heartbeat, my breath, she is my bother,
She is my support- my mother.

My father is my inspiration and my mother my support,
Without them I am lengthiness and widthless nothing more than a tiny dot.

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