Mother

Mother prose poem

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The very first step a child walks
is by holding her hands
the very first voice the child hears
in the womb is hers
nothing can match the comfort
that the child gets from her chest
she guards her child’s sleep
she loves her child from within so deep
she keeps the promise to protect
till the time death abducts
we shall never forget the gratitude
towards her that must be our attitude
I touch my mother’s feet
I love to get her warmth and heat
mother I salute you
for what you are to me I thank you

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My name is Ambuja Parameshwary ,I am a in home science ,human development as major in BMN college of home science in Matunga, Mumbai
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Preeti
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The first touch and feel to the outer world is with mother…such a blessed and virtuous role:) Nicely penned:)

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