My Son Poem by anju addanki
My Son
He cuddles himself in myself;
I cuddle myself in himself;
This cuddleness with himself and myself:
Makes the mother complete ONESELF.
WHEN UR SON GROWS BIG AND WILL BE ABLE TO READ IT....HE WILL BE PROUD TO READ THIS......BEAUTIFUL POEM
melting in oneness...........just cuddling with purrity in oneness......
simple yet amazing lines.... you have portrayed truth of life here. Read two of my poems that I wrote for my daughters: LONG LIVE THE ICE CREAM and LITTLE PAINTER....Shall be grateful for your comments
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4/25/2024 3:32:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Short... But full of Purporst .. Ramin