For the prettiest woman………..
Oh Mama
You’re the brightest among the stars
The fragrance in the rose
You’re the diamond among the pebbles
The language in a prose
Amongst all problems piled
Bundles of work and tiring toil
But still, for us you smiled
With all grace and charm
It’s your birthday
And I, surely will tell you
Only the luckiest of the lucky
Will get a mother like you
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