Our mother..

It never complains
We go down the lane

Sit under its shade
It never gets paid

Money is not its price
Now is the time when care should rise

She has given so much love
Can’t we give a gentle hug

We take all her fruits
So why can’t we water all her roots

She is our mother
Who gives us life
Due to our mother nature
We all survive…

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