pooja mehta shah
My Mom, , , - Poem by pooja mehta shah
my mom too cute, ,
we both are never ever mute, ,
share all the feelings felt,
never ever alone with each other,
always want to tell something or the other to each other, ,
believe we both are each other's stress busters, ,
will there be a realtion like us ever, ,
want her to live long for me, ,
always very fresh and active for me..
she wishes the same for me, ,
thats what we share for each other, ,
why don't we ever miss other, ,
but are always present for each other, ,
she or me! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! !
doesn't make a difference ever! ! ! !
thats me n my cute mother! ! ! ! !
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