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by Shehnaz Gujral
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Unconditional love for my children

This is what makes me a mom

I have flaws and faults

The list goes on and on

A good cook, Nay! Not me

I do clutter things

Many a times, I lose my composure

And express what I should not

My wit is bizarre

I can’t entertain you

With a game, dance or song

Idle I prove to be

Angry I get not always

But when things go wrong

Then I want you to learn

From slipups you make though not many

Perfect I surely am not

With all the failings and idiocies

You like or not

Still will always be your Mom 

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