Not only your's or mine
Mothers are always best by the Divine
She never let you know,
she dreamt of though
She sacrifices all
to see you crawls, stand and fall, to run over all
She never let you know
the food which she's craving for,
She serves you more and more
She has aches all around,
But never let you reach the sound,
of the grief
Yes, she's thief
of her sleeps
To make you rest on the bed
Though, she know
She'll never get back that best
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