Just three alphabets make up the word,
But alone she does millions of work.
Never gets she tired, nor she gets bored;
Sacrifices everything just to see us smile more.


Since the day my sense grew,
I have been seeing her work in the dew.
Summer, autumn, winter passes,
Still her love for us never reduces.


I'm proud of her, dear love;
Thank you for being the engine of my Earth.
There is only one healer of my pain,
And my love for her shines without any vain.


Thank you 'Maa' for being a shining star,
Of my life that was too dark.
Without you our family will die in flood,
But my love for you will forever sink in my blood.

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