My mother was the most beautiful woman I ever saw.
All I am I owe to my mother.
I attribute all my success in life to the moral,
intellectual and physical education I received from her.
In an exam,
chldrn wer gvn to write an esay on mother.
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A cute child wrote:
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"combination of million wrds
4m 26 alphabets
can never express my loving mom.
Change In Mother’s Attitude
5 Years Old Boy : I Love You Mummy,
Mummy: Aww I Love You Too,
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15 Years : I Love You Mom,
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Mom: Sorry, Mere Pas Paise Nahin Hai,
20 Years : I Love You Mom,
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Mom: Kaun Hai Kahan Rahti Hai Woh…
Mother is an undying love,
A love beyond compare,
the one you take your troubles to,
she is the one who really cares.
Mother you are all of this and more,
I love you very much
Subha se Sham tak Sakht Mehnat or kam k bad jab ghar gya.
To
Baap ne pocha, kya kamaya?
BV ne pocha, kya Bachaya?
Bachche- kya laya?
Sirf Maa ne pocha, din me kuch khaya?
Love Ur Mom.
& Also Pray 4 my mother’s good health & long life.
A mother is the truest friend we have,
when trials heavy and sudden, fall upon us;
when adversity takes the place of prosperity;
when friends who rejoice with us in our sunshine desert us;
when trouble thickens around us;
still will she cling to us,
and endeavor by her kind precepts and counsels to dissipate the clouds of darkness,
and cause peace to return to our hearts.
Hundreds of stars in the pretty sky,
Hundreds of shells on the shore together,
Hundreds of birds that go singing by,
Hundreds of lambs in the sunny weather.
Hundreds of dewdrops to greet the dawn,
Hundreds of bees in the purple clover,
Hundreds of butterflies on the lawn,
But only one mother the world wide over.
Make for me a place within your heart
On which I can depend. For only you
Touch the ancient wellsprings of my tears,
Home through all the wanderings of my years,
Eden that no other can renew,
Root I cannot rend through rage or art.
Maa ki baat jaan le jo,
Aankhon se parh le jo,
Dard ho chahe khushi,
Aansoo ki pechan kerle jo,
Wo hasti jo bepanna pyaar kare,
Maa hi to hai wo jo bacho ke liye jiye.
A mother serves her sugar with
A bit of peppermint
To clarify the passages
That carry what she meant
When she first set to bear a soul
Quite separate from her own,
Whom she would cherish, yet