Treasure Island

bhupender swarnakar

(2-10-1995 / earth)

Mother


A relation which even god can’t break
Is the relation what the mothers make.
When ever you are surrounded by danger
You call your mother and not a manager

When so ever we get little wounded
She picks the world on her hand
And when ever we get a little dehydrated
She picks up the oceans from the land

She always teach us to sail our ships
That cannot be capable to draw.
She makes us aware of all mankind tips
That we can use to follow her law.

That’s why people say
Our blood and her blood may
Be a cable of connection
That makes her aware of our every action

So friends we say mom oh mom
You always be with me
I am born from your womb
So you can never leave me

Submitted: Monday, April 19, 2010

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