Waiting For Mother (Quatrain Verse) Poem by Muzahidul Reza
Waiting For Mother (Quatrain Verse)
Where are you, dear mom?
Hearing you are ill I've come
With the cherries from Michigan
The grapes from Thailand,
The apples from North Georgia
The oranges from California
The dates, the figs from Arabia
The sweetmeats from India,
Sea food, weeds from Japan
Spices and fishes from Ceylon
I am waiting for long and long
When I will sit with you along?
Some say you are no more
How can I take it any more?
I offer them to share the fruits
If they give your proper news,
Yet I am waiting with the fruits
I'll feed you with my own hands
I will know your all conditions
My heart beat will be promoting.
Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |27 September.2017
Yet I am waiting with the fruits I'll feed you with my own hands I will know your all conditions My heart beat will be promoting. kids should do
Where are you, dear mom? Hearing you are ill I've come With the cherries from Michigan The grapes from Thailand, mother is so close a person, .....................
For mother kids must wait and do much, great write, thanks,10
Mother is great in our live, we do much for her, thank you poet
Yet I am waiting with the fruits I'll feed you with my own hands I will know your all conditions My heart beat will be promoting. outstanding write
Some say you are no more How can I take it any more? I offer them to share the fruits If they give your proper news, wonderful poem
Sea food, weeds from Japan Spices and fishes from Ceylon I am waiting for long and long When I will sit with you along? great poem
The apples from North Georgia The oranges from California The dates, the figs from Arabia The sweetmeats from India, great poem
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Yet I am waiting with the fruits I'll feed you with my own hands I will know your all conditions My heart beat will be promoting. great written