A mother loves her children just like a tree that is willing to cut itself down, so that the seeds under it get enough sunlight, so selfless so caring.
Cares for her children like the plant on which a cacoon lives and eats.
Our mama is definition of blind love she loves us even before seeing us.
To illuminate her child's life, she sacrifices herself just like a candle.
To erase her childs mistakes, she just erases herself like an eraser.
A mother is just like the roots of a tree holds the family together, helps them stand tall even during a violent storm.
She protects her children till her last breath just like a mud pot, it lets out the coins only when it is broken.
She helps her children grow even by hurting herself like a host plant to a climber.
Just like a tree, gives fellow humans wood even by dying, fruits, flowers, a mother only knows to give to her children - happiness, joy, laughter, peace.
Just like a river slakes the thirst of many indivisuals, cleans the cities, a mother helps her children throughout her life.
She tries to make her childs life colourful just like crayons even if they lost themselves with everg stroke.
They blend the bad colours with the good ones, just like we...