Mother I Remember
May 10, 2020
When she was in the womb
My part was out of globe
How Lord did write!
With her my lot,
Now this is my mother
Here with my pleasure
Through whose womb
In the world I have come,
So little plant I was!
How dearly she took care
Herself suffering a huge
In so many rains, winters;
Can I forget her ever?
After my Lord, here
Dearly whom I remember
Honored one is my mother.
After my Lord, here Dearly whom I remember Honored one is my mother.
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Now this is my mother Here with my pleasure..... all pleasure of the world in the lap of Ma/// superb poem penned on Ma