Beauty Of My Mother - Poem by NITYA MORE

I saw her, I felt breathless
Her beauty her gorgeousness
The sun's rays have gifted her glow
The moon's coolness gifted her soft skin's flow

Her eyes cannot be compared to a deer
Coz they have coolness of a cow
To me she is the most dear
Her lips gave the idea of rose petals I now know

Her eyes have seen the worst sight
Her lips spoken to worse people
This made her eyes bright
& her lips pretty & free of cripple

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, September 1, 2012

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