It's irrefutable she's divine
No briefing one needs to define
Inherent her nature to give
From the time her baby lives
Her skin rips apart to give life
after gestation of months nine
She's like a delicate feather
to her defenceless child tender
In delicacy lies her strength
Heart and soul brim with love at length
As nectar her pure love flowing
Blood from veins to feed her suckling
At times she's like Hercules
Multitasking bundle of surprise
Twenty four seven on her feet
Noble dame of monumental feats
deprives self to feed her child
her child's well being's cause for her smile
Silently vows to win her strife
No dearth to sacrifice her life
What more proof's needed to illustrate
Mother's more than divine, I'd state
By Sunila Khemchandani
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