swetha reddy


My Mother - Poem by swetha reddy

My mother whose eyes were strained
by the happiness that filled her eyes
whose lips tasted with bitter tears
waited impatiently to hold me in her hands

My mother is the biggest gift of all gods
by the candle burn herself to light my life
whose love start and never end
who is the other name of kindness

My mother guided me and secured my life
by the stay of sleepless nights holding me
whose love that is worthless with her blessing
no one can take a place of mother.

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  • Rookie Sol Valeria (1/2/2012 12:42:00 PM)

    Lovely poem. I love it! Beautiful! [3 (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 2, 2012



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