I hear the tone
Of your laughter
Sound of your steps
Which are feeble and softer.
I remember the time
Which I spend with you
Your motivating conversations
Which makes me move.
Packing my tiffin and
Tying the lace of my shoe
You enjoy my work
Whenever I do
So, I can't compare
Anyone's care with you
Your care is awesome
Towards your daughter
I will do the same
For my loving mother.

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