Sitting with the deep thoughts of you!
My mind ruminates with thinking
as to whom you would have resembled?
How tall you would have grown?
While I think everyone of you,
I get agony in my inner mind everyday!
I think everyone of you if you were alive,
We should have been looking all alike!
You will be in my prayers like a pleasant music
in my eyes and tears, whatever may be the basic!
O' My sweet little angels hailing from my blood;
You could have born in premature delivery and gone!
I might be unknown whether you were a male or a female;
Still I am your mother who carried you all in my womb!
Hence, let us meet again in the end of another good day;
With another pleasant occasion in the peak of happiness!
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