P.YASWANTH REDDY

(15-01-1999 / VIJAYAWADA, INDIA)

GREATNESS OF MOTHER


Oh! great mother, you are the one
Who invited me into this world.
You made me eat showing the moon and
You told me that I am your boon.
God is the one who gives us gifts
But you are the most precious gift of all to me.

Oh! great mother, you tell me about God
Who is very important to us all.
But to me you and father are the most beloved in this world.

God is invisible and far from me
But you are visible and very close to me.
When I see you, my mom my tensions all will vanish.
God can`t be everywhere just as idols in temples
So he has has come in the disguise of mother.

Submitted: Friday, November 23, 2012
Edited: Friday, November 23, 2012

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For me my mother is everthing..

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