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
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Comments about this poem (Mother by bhupender swarnakar )
- With love at once, hasmukh amathalal
- Through A Puppet's Eyes (2), Dilantha Gunawardana
- Illusion perpetuates., Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Love inspired meetings inspire, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Autumn, Deborah Kelley
- Fear of God?, Rm.Shanmugam Chettiar.
- Keep On Groovin', Lawrence S. Pertillar
- Benefits For Them Do Not Exist, Lawrence S. Pertillar
- Come close, hasmukh amathalal
- Cows caught, gajanan mishra
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