Million thanks,

Million times,

In million ways,

You evolved me,

To be world’s best mother,


At times, I almost cried,

Sometimes I felt failed,

Even softly I yelled,

As pressure stomped,

In my apprehensive head,

Your innocent faith sets,

Wobbly confidence straight,

Your precious smile motivates,

Bleak endurance rejuvenated,

Never had I dimly imagined,

You borne the incredible energy,

My mind transformed gradually.


Million thanks, sweetheart,

Million times from pure heart,

Million ways those shine bright,

You are the lone true reason,

Why world knows me as a mother.


Greatest treasure I ever discovered,

My suppressed qualities, innate talents,

Premium gifts I astoundingly unwrapped,

My inner soul, profound inspirational voice,

Due to your extreme belief and trust,

Into a special success I got developed,

Even shadow wonders if I am the same,

So different, now a mother features in me.



Harshada Pathare

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If you cannot listen, connect and trust your own heart,
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— Harshada Pathare
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