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Glorious mother
Glorious mother
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Those were my dark days
When I just wanted to hide my face
And escape the fiery arrows
That the mop so illiterate
Hailed on my face
To insult me
That I am still nowhere
To what I uttered.
Broken was I
Shattered were my dreams
And hope was far far invisible
That I wished to just give up
When a voice within me said
Is this what I imparted you
Reminded me of my mother
Who just stood in front of the crowd so violent
Only to declare that her child is just different.
How can I give up when all her eyes
Are fixed up on me to signature
What no one has dared to nurture
Only because my mother had hope in me.
