I am waiting for your coming,
In my dream and living,
My days will be fragrant,
When you will play your flute!
I have put sandal in my forehead,
You are my moon in sky of life,
Under my veil I have kept affection,
Mother's love you will get from aunt!
All know that I am your mom's sister,
In her absence or in her presence,
I take care of you with deep love,
How can a mother live without her child?
You are Lord, my garland of hope,
You are my eyesight, you are joy,
I am more conscious about you,
Because you have given me conscience!
© Budhashaya Behera,03 February 2020. All rights reserved.
Lord is your garland and you remember God at each moment. In God's absence life cannot be bloomed at all. Life needs care and responsibility. Conscience is given by God. By his grace your day becomes fragrant. This is a very nice poem with beauty of expression...10
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Wow! Wow! Lord is garland of hoe. You are very pious and a kind person dear poetess Budhashaya. I love your poems! Thank you very much! Full vote!