Okram Shakuntala
My Mother
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Pure than the gold
And sweeter than Honey
Her love is so precious
That can not buy, money
She gave me life
And she gave me soul
I adore her too much
More than all
She is my teacher
And my language giver
Now I could read the world
Only because of her
All my thoughts
And all that I possess
Is running ahead
Among all my race
Copyright @Dr.Okram Shakuntala
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