I Love You Mom

I wanna hide behind you
My lady fair...

I noticed your graceful petting
with hands never hauled
when you touched me young
caressed my fevered head
all night beside my bed...

You guide me Maa
when I lost my way
You shaped me
when I was just a mould to be...

It was you Maa, My dear...
it was your hands of love...


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