Some call her Love
Others say naught
Some say divine
Others ask why?
We share for all
And stand tall
Others stumble n always fall
Barred in her arms,
The deer roars the beast calms.
The charm of motherhood the secret of might
A touch invoke a god out of man
And descend God to man
The secret of eternity
Not selfish nor rude
But prudent and true.
Barred in her arms, The deer roars the beast calms. The charm of motherhood the secret of might A touch invoke a god out of man And descend God to man The secret of eternity Not selfish nor rude But prudent and true Beautifully presented a quite nice poem in a novel style. Thanks for the sharing of the lovely poem.10 for it. Subhas
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautifully crafted....