A mother’s arms, so warm, so wide,
A place where love and dreams abide.
Her gentle hands, her tender touch,
A love that always means so much.
Through every tear, through every cheer,
She holds her daughter ever near.
And as she grows, though paths may part,
They stay connected—heart to heart.
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Amit Kohli
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