G.Shyam Sundar

(17.09.1987 / India)

Huggle, a Tribute

A tot hugs his or her mother for affection
A lad hugs his father for a good support,
A teen hugs his love for lust,
A man hugs his better half to solemnize with her in all hardships,
Our relatives will hug us for a better hospitality,
Grandparents will hug their grandson for having their son back on earth in a different form,
Friends will hug their close ones for a long-lasting friendship.
All these hugs have some expectations and desire but also a fistful amount of affinity.
Above all when our parents hug us when we stand well-renowned to this world,
They expect nothing but only feel proud
with the words from their heart 'may God bless you for a long-life'
No expectations! ! !

Submitted: Saturday, March 05, 2011

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