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A small monkey vehemently looks at the people, while the mother climbs the tree, assuming a threat from the nearing people.
I don’t think anyone would disagree, if I say that mother is the ultimate support for anyone on this earth be it a human being or any living creature. It is something that never breaks or vanishes; something that we all hold on to in our toughest of the times; something that is guaranteed to see us through.
Just thought I will add this thought too from a friend Sushil (Comment in the same page) :
“I think defining/expressing what mother means to someone is impossible, its something which can be only felt. Priceless.”
Zeal 
>Good one Prash.. Very true..
>Well said Prashant, I think defining/expressing what mother means to someone is impossible, its something which can be only felt. Priceless.
>Nice post. Well Said Sushil Sir..
>ಬದುಕುವುದ ಕಲಿಸೋ ಗುರು ಇವಳು… ನರಳುವಳು ಹೇಗೋ ನವಮಾಸ… ಗಂಗೆ-ತುಂಗೆಗಿಂತ ಪಾವನಳು… ಬೀಸೋ ಗಾಳಿಗಿಂತ ತಂಪಿವಳು… ಜಗ ತೂಗೋ ಜನನಿ ಜೀವದ ಜೀವ ತಾಯಿ…
>Thanks all.. :)@Shaanya, very beautiful poem.. 🙂
>@ Prashant: u put a gr8 blog..!@shanya: ultimate poem maaaster..!
>This one is awesome!