Life - Poem by Vishnudev Murikkanattil
It is a hope that makes us live,
It is the life that makes as hope.
Caring-showers fragrance to life.
Love makes the life meaningful.
Father-Mother-Friends: Three blessings
With the parents-The Golden Ones.
A mother cares for her son,
Whoever he may be,
A father trust his child,
Though the child has done something else&else.
That’s what I say, love is life.
Though we laments relatinships fails,
The relations will live for ever
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