When it comes to mothers love it is as pure as the feather of dove.
She is the one who suffers the pain and it is the reason of our gain.
She makes us realize who we are.
And gives us confidence that success is not far.
She always calls her child a meek but wants them to be at peak.
Mothers love is very intense as she burns her self like an incense.
There is a heaven from which we belong.
May every mother livelong.