She can be a flower but never be a thorn
Then call her by the name of a flower,
She can be a mother and be a sister,
She can be a wife but never be an enemy
Since she carries a heart which is filled with
Love and affection of a mother always,
She can be a goddess when nothing is there
Since she serves everything for the family
How does she make a meal? No one bothers,
But at the time of lunch the table is ready.
She keeps everything neat and tidy
Preserves something for the next day,
She works for the family every day
Around the clock without complaints
Changing herself as a symbol of love,
She has to face harassments and violence.
From the family and outside world,
In return for her good deeds she does
Oh my world, you are nothing without her
Please value her identity her virtue
Since she is there in our own mother
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