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Kumar Divyam Ojha

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Kumar Divyam Ojha

Children

Mother's Help

Mother's Help

1 min
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From tiny hands held safe and warm,

To scraped knees soothed in gentle form,

A mother's love, a constant tide,

Through laughter and tears, we hide.


With endless patience, you set us free,

To chase our dreams, wild and meant to be.

Your heart, a compass, guides us true,

This Mother's Day, our love for you.


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