I Give A Call To My Son - Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul
I give a call daily to my son
At early morning in meditation
Although he is super father
Still sometimes he becomes son.
He is master of relationship
He has taught how to love all
That is why he becomes mother
He becomes father and son too.
Very amazing his sweet love is
Superiority is bloomed in eyes
His far vision vibrates mind
We get power charge here nicely.
Giving a call to my son I feel
I feel too his love as he waits
For me and for all in paradise,
Lovely lines of wisdom connect.
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