The mother in you I surmise
at a time accepts without disguise
wills not to take any tries
accepts what comes and behave nice.
The mother in you I perceive
takes not anything under the sleeve
goes on with a staunch believe
an ideal custom that lends a relieve.
The mother in you I hope
at a later stage gives a long rope
but when the children encounter a slope
rushes to help them out to cope.
The mother in you I know
never intends your ward to a follow
inculcates principles profound in slow
a sane procedure that keeps them in a toe.
The mother in you I worship with fervour
a beautiful system you framed
with rigour
took it up with earnestness and valour
has placed you in a pedestal of fame and honour
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