When I started to open my eyes in wonder I could see nothing but my mother fair For me feeding, bathing, sleeping ,and loving Like a goddess who is blissful in tending Me ,a tender plant to grow into a strong tree A useful in giving protection to the tired in future.
Yes, I know what my mother did a rare duty An unsurpassed beauty in refining a crude Wood into a fascinating statue devoid Of ugly crux, a relic for the living years.!!
I have your heart and will to nourish My little one embellish Your love, sacrifice, selfless duty. My overwhelming salutation To your maternal unique zeal In propagating ‘Mother is divine’.
Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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