My first word Nishant Gangblogging, Mother, Peace, Poem, Poet, poetry, Positivity, TodayLeave a comment Bearer of life, bearer of love, Not just an image but a God from above, Being your ward is what I am proud of, Mother, I have nothing for you but respect and love. A true image of strength and care, Only person who includes me in her prayer, I stand today because you always stood by, Life is hard but with you it feels fair. A mother’s job is perhaps the toughest of all, Ensuring the world around her doesn’t crumble or fall, Best things in life are actually very small, I love it when my mother treats me like a kid who crawls. Mother, thank you for everything that you do, It is your strength that puts me through, Strongest, purest, you keep me true, I am nothing, a no one without you. Thank you for being nothing but You, Maa, I love you. Share this:TwitterFacebookWhatsAppTumblrPinterestLinkedInRedditTelegramLike this:Like Loading... Related