নামঃ S M Babul Akhter

গল্পঃ If you want to talk about my mother, your 800 word limit will definitely be crossed. So I am writing a little bit. we are five brothers and sisters, I am the fourth among all. It is very difficult to express in writing how much my mother loves me. To give a small example, when I was a child, I was not allowed to wear a black shirt because the sun would be too much. My family was very poor but with the love of my mother I have come so far. After completing my school-college chapter, I became a citizen. To pay school fees, mother kept poultry, sold chicken eggs to pay school examination fees and salary. Eid, my mother used to say that my saree still looks like a new one, I will buy a new saree not this Eid, but next Eid. For me, my mother's sacrifice is truly indescribable. Every speck of dust in this world knows what you are to me! I do not want to belittle the mother because of whom I saw the light of the world. Just say mother you live forever. Only your place is in the heart of this heart. Mother you are only mother your equal there is nothing below this perception. Because of you I still smile, because of you I still leave the city and go to the village. A poet who has the courage to describe the sacrifice and love of my mother for her child has not yet been born in this world.