Mother 4 - my Dearest Mother Poem by Geeta Radhakrishna Menon
Mother 4 - my Dearest Mother
Where are you, my dearest Mother?
I wonder! I always keep wondering!
Are you the pretty angel with golden wings?
Are you the red bird seated on the mango tree?
Are you the white jasmine spreading your perfume?
Are you the pink spring flower fluttering in the breeze?
Wherever you are, O Mother!
I know that for certain,
You are always circling around me,
Enveloping me with your protective wings,
An invisible angel holding my hand,
Guiding me with your intuitive messages,
Leading me towards a path of sublime truth,
And ever, embracing me with your fragrance of love!
Simply marvelous poem, a love so beautiful and true, a mother's love, You dear
You, dear poetess have converted pure love into words, magically, touchingly and magnificently!
Every word has been woven with love and deeply felt. Ues, a mother's love will always be ther with us, guiding us to eternity.
A very touching and heartfelt write so beautifully conveyed.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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5/7/2024 2:01:52 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Such is the love of mother. No matter where we go, what we do and where we reach still we remain little child of our mother. Heartfelt poem. Loved it.