The part of whome I am
Inside whome I had grown
The one who had given me birth
The first teacher who taught the basic lesson
In her protection I started crawling
Holding her fingers I started walking
Copying her action I started talking
The word I spoke first is Maa
All the things what I have
Is started from you and is for you
My mom I love you
-by Kush Mishra
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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