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the heart that held the sky

She is the hush before the dawn,
The steady light we lean upon,
A whisper in the storm's cruel cry —
The heart that held the falling sky.

Her hands have stitched
the world with grace,
Wiped every tear from every face.
Her voice, a lullaby so deep,
It rocks the stars
themselves to sleep.

She gives, not seeking praise or fame,
And answers when we call her name.
Through every fall, through every climb,
She walks with us beyond all time.

When hope runs thin and shadows stay,
Her love becomes the only way.
A silent strength, a sacred flame,

That burns in us, without a name.

She is the root, the bloom, the rain,
The joy that follows after pain.
No throne, no crown, no world above—
Can match a mother’s endless love.

TARUN GHUNTLA

GRADE 11

TATA CHEM DAV PUBLIC
SCHOOL, MITHAPUR

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