Pride Of The Nation

A tie of life full of affection
With a common dream for eternal continuation.

Building a haven filled with passion
Along comes a gift with a task of attention.

A pensive journey through the long duration
The whole nine months an abstract equation.

Cycle of life comes into realisation
Hope and love transcend beyond fiction.

Divided attention harms to decentralisation
Night cries to day demands mean communication.

With tired thighs still avoid dereliction
Through mother’s eyes hide to prove perfection.

The pillar of a divergent harmonisation
Sacrifices self for other’s satisfaction.

How could a child forget without compassion?
Again with attitude and foul expression.

A mother’s heart travels to past dedication
Respect must, enough not to return the devotion.

Deserves more in kind than persecution
Never complained on her specialisation.

Only the wise bow in admiration
Hold the blessed hand as the ultimate solution.

For this is the time to seek redemption
Indeed a true pride of any nation.

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