THAT’S MY MOTHER


I know a woman so audacious and brave,
for every task she did, the best she gave.
An epitome of fondness, paths of gold she paved!

A perfect homemaker, also, an all-rounder,
who performs her duties with glee.
Whose daughters are her priority,
Yet for not having a son,
she's looked upon with sympathy.
From her side, the sympathy was paid no heed,
Parity is something in which she believed.
Such negativity shall be freed!

And she reckons;
Certainly, a day will come,
A world to witness full of optimism.
Where positivity shall dominate negativity,
Declaring the victory of liberty over inequality!

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