Mother Love Poem by Snehil Rankawat
Mother Love
True love of the world
Beyond to my subject
I can't expected too with
But my mother's love
How beautiful art thou
If you not were where i were
I was twice attacked
Don't you know that?
Where are the happy days?
Make long distance with me
One of the unfortunate I'm
Yeh! now I'm comfort with
Limits of my breath now
Written in god's account
They call it death they call it death
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5/2/2024 12:52:49 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Beautiful art thou. Thanks for sharing.