Magician Moms

How can you make our lost stuffs suddenly appear from Mars, Neptune, Saturn?

How can you make us feel better on our sick days by just looking at you?

How can you make those 4 walls a home with just your presence?

How can you make us look for you right after we are home?

How can you be so caring for everyone and don’t care for yourself?

How can you make us feel relaxed by just sleeping in your lap?

How can you be the biggest source of positivity that we need?

How can you be the biggest comfort, that mankind wants?

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How can we not love you, the selfless lover?

How can we not bow down to you, the supremacy?

How can we not worship you, the divine energy?

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How can we not call you ‘Magician’, moms?

 

न मातु: परदैवतम्। (There is no god better than Mother)