By JH Sayyar
Upon the earth no gentler flame does burn,
But the flame dwells within a mother’s heart
In sleepless nights and every quiet turn,
She weaves her soul through love’s eternal art.
Her arms, the first true haven we have known,
Her voice, the lullaby of morning skies;
Through trials, seeds of strength are sown,
And in her gaze, the stars of mercy rise.
She gives, yet asks for nothing in return,
Endures in silence, bears the weight of care;
In every wound, her tears alone will learn
To heal with hands forever soft and fair.
O boundless love, no time can quite remove
The world begins and ends in mother’s love
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