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A single word marks the whole line, WOMEN!; is't it?
And a great man say-" Every kick of your leg to any pain lain to leg is capable to bear by a women only whatever caprice to cradle."
The shade for the world engulfed by a single women, 'MOTHER', embedded very shape as a god for every Inn on this vivid planet. Your reality to see, makes any mother to deed it true. No power had ever birth and ever will; to mark the meters of your mothers gratitude.
I don't look to my mother as a women, nor as one who gave me birth, but I straight to walk; to read my journey and her painful indispensable pleasure to have me growing on her eyes and enjoy and memorise her docile face that never lie me to be happy anytime, in her eyes.
I wouldn't love her, as you do love the things that benign solace , I never do. Dare my mother is not like those futile.
I think it isn't ample to weight her endeavour stands for every catastrophe passes through my entity,to end with such soo little phrase.
I won't end my word with love, as I have no end for showing any unconditional love to my mother. There's nothing true , rather my mother's pseudo learning makes me to believe that every steps lain down to my feet ether I glaze to sky.
My mother told me that happiness never grow unless yout plant pain on your feet and you do smile with stretching you lips and showing your teeth with heavy sound ....but the real smile is always hidden on your eyes that unsoundly voices and flows on the tears. So a single tear of my mother will swipe her thousands smile, that I never wish to happen.
My plain request to every child -
DO SHOW YOUR FAKE SMILE,
BUT NEVER KILL YOUR MOTHER'S EYE.
YOU CAN BUY ANY THING,
BUT UNABLE TO PAY OFF THAT VULNERABLITY.