Featuring Hitesh Kumar || My one || Manvi Ditansh Publication

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Writer's Introduction:

Myself , Hitesh kumar 18 yrs old staying in Bengaluru.

Studying BE in Engineering , being passionate about my work And still passionate of learning new skills.

Creating a new world through writing . Writing brings me closer to my heart and by carrying all my thoughts.

Insta Id: @dead_of_write59

Write-up:

Mother is your first friend , your best friend forever,

Sacrificed on my birth , my Matriarch for life time,

Mother's smile like a kiss with hugs on her sight,

Debates can't be repaid , but still pillow of my life;

Loving me unconditional next to my mistakes,

Loved me for what I am , my salvation of life,

Cliches and vows of devotions , but yet so sad,

With open arms and open heart my teacher of my life;

With enduring patience and inner strength,

Gave so much for me , sometimes at your expense,

I love you so, and I want you to know me,

Nobody's equal to you , With you life is blessed;

Thankful for all the things you do setting me free,

You have my love forever , adored you from the start,

Privilege to be your one , wonder women of my way,

Dear mother of my heart.

God created families,

As only our Lord can.

He was teaching what it means

To love, honor, and obey.

He wanted a strong bond

That we don't see too much today.

God created parents

He wanted someone to hold us

And show respect for others.

He wanted someone who'd be gentle,

So he created mothers.

He wanted someone strong,

A support filled with love,

So he created fathers,

He wanted rise of pride a day

A lullaby call a day

So he created brother and sister this way

He wanted someone with needs to read,

So god created families.

A bond been never broken

In our souls, minds, and hearts

May this family never be torn apart.

Women is the thing with feathers

That perches in the soul

And sings the tune without the words

And never stops at all

And sweetest in the Gale is heard

And sore must be the storm

That could abash the little Bird.

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