My dearest mother,
old is always gold.
You loved me
even much before I came to you as your son.
You were one among a million mothers
who had a heart of gold filled with care,
kindness, warmth, compassion and consideration.
No mother can replace you as mine.
I am searching you in my heart endlessly.
The pain of separation will always exist.
I only pray and wish that if I have to take another birth
I want you back as my dear mother.
An epitome of selfless love and sacrifice.
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