Ever science my childhood

I use to believe that

If there is anything called

 ‘Pure Love’

It is nothing but the love that

A mother has on her child.

Because,

A mother alone makes her child

Smile at the cost of her tears;

A mother alone makes her child

Happy at the cost of her grief;

It is none but,

A mother alone makes her child

Live at the cost of her death.

To be precise,

A

 “Mother”

 is physical form of the

“Devine Love”