dr.k.g.balakrishnan kandangath

(24-11-1944(real) 24-6-1944(official) / Keralam, India)

HSYAMM


How sweet you are my Mother! -drkgb
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Now a day I feel my Mother,
You are sweeter than ever!

I know how cruel we are;
We pollute and tarnish;
The beautiful body an, mind;
O mother, still you bestow
The gleaming light on us;
The soothing breezing touch!

How much worth the treasure;
In your ancient thought am sure!
Adore the entire world you Mom!
I can hear the compliments warm!

Now a day I see my Mother,
You are prettier than ever!
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10-11-2012

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, December 31, 2013

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