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Eulogy to Mother

A poor blind man
Passed the Civils
Dreaming to become a Collector
Behind him,
A toiling mother!

A bright young boy
Conquered the Chess board
Won World crown
Behind him,
A guiding mother!

A poor fatherless lad
The music world did he lead
Won the Oscars
Behind him,
A dreaming mother!

She cares
She dares
To set his goal
To get his target
When he hits the bull’s eye
When he finishes the course
She would thank the God in Sky
And make a victory cry, of course!