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The mother
Loved or not, she loves you;
Cared or not, she cares you;
Feared or not, she favours you;
Fed or not, she feeds you;
Pleased or not, she blesses you.
She is the cause of your birth
But not of your death.
She is mother; no god is equal.
You will know when it is too late.
08.12.2004
poem
by
Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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