O my Mom!
Today,
If I were a poet,
If I were a poet,
I would write an epic about your struggle,
How you brought me up,
And Your endurance, patience, and hope,
And everyone would read,
Your unrevealed history, with respect,
Would sing your song,
Would sing your song,
And would enlist you a legendary lady,
But me, being a lay man,
Where ever I go,
I simply treasure your struggle in my heart,
And always devote myself on your feet.
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