As today I got up and saw my mom making breakfast a chill went through my spin, will I ever be as great and so giving like her. Navratri is going to end and so does this puja of all the goddess or puja(prayers) of women(which happens only ones a year for the ritual sake) Every mother is a living goddess, as today I saw her every bit of me shouted to write something about mothers. But my mere words can never be enough for any mother in this world. She is fighter, she is a lover, she is giver, she is leader, she is mentor, and I proudly say she is a mother. She gets up first And sleeps at last She cooks But she eats at last She gives first But takes at last She always smiles But she can cry fast She put me first And put herself at last She let's me be the winner nothing can compete her Her tears, she hide But Mine, she somehow always find She can never fail, But my tears just destroys her she knows my every secret even if noone tells her She loves me the ...