मातृतीर्थ औंशीको अवसरमा सबै आमाहरूलाई नमन !
In the gentle glow of Mother's love,
We find solace, like stars above.
Her tender touch, a guiding light,
In every moment, day or night.
With each sunrise, her smile would bloom,
Dispelling darkness, lifting gloom.
Yet, silently, she'd sacrifice,
Her needs, her dreams, without a price.
From dawn till dusk, she'd toil away,
Her love a beacon, come what may.
In simple joys, her heart would sing,
A melody of nurturing.
Through tales of gods and legends old,
Her lullabies, a tale retold.
In her embrace, we'd find our peace,
Her love, a bond that'll never cease.
So, on this day, let's raise a cheer,
For mothers, who hold us dear.
In every rhyme, in every line,
Their love, eternal, divine.
In her wrinkled hands, a story unfolds,
A journey of love, through time untold.
From the crack of dawn, till the setting sun,
Her devotion, an endless run.
From tending fields to brewing tea,
Every chore, a labor of love, you see.
With each meal served, with tender care,
Her warmth, her love, always there.
In the quiet of night, her prayers ascend,
For her children's happiness, she'd bend.
Through joy and sorrow, she'd stand tall,
Her love, a fortress, never to fall.
So, let's honor her, this special day,
In every word, in every way.
For her love, her strength, her grace,
Make her shine in every place.
मातृतीर्थ औंशीको अवसरमा सबै आमाहरूलाई नमन !
In the gentle glow of Mother's love,
We find solace, like stars above.
Her tender touch, a guiding light,
In every moment, day or night.
With each sunrise, her smile would bloom,
Dispelling darkness, lifting gloom.
Yet, silently, she'd sacrifice,
Her needs, her dreams, without a price.
From dawn till dusk, she'd toil away,
Her love a beacon, come what may.
In simple joys, her heart would sing,
A melody of nurturing.
Through tales of gods and legends old,
Her lullabies, a tale retold.
In her embrace, we'd find our peace,
Her love, a bond that'll never cease.
So, on this day, let's raise a cheer,
For mothers, who hold us dear.
In every rhyme, in every line,
Their love, eternal, divine.
In her wrinkled hands, a story unfolds,
A journey of love, through time untold.
From the crack of dawn, till the setting sun,
Her devotion, an endless run.
From tending fields to brewing tea,
Every chore, a labor of love, you see.
With each meal served, with tender care,
Her warmth, her love, always there.
In the quiet of night, her prayers ascend,
For her children's happiness, she'd bend.
Through joy and sorrow, she'd stand tall,
Her love, a fortress, never to fall.
So, let's honor her, this special day,
In every word, in every way.
For her love, her strength, her grace,
Make her shine in every place.
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