Peace and calm prevails all over
I find no cover
It is heat that takes toll
Yet I have tor respond to the call
I am here to lay wreath
It was mother’s death
She is laid here since years
The flowers and plants have come up all over
It reminds me of her nature
She was truly a mother
Kept us in good health
Till she breathed her last
My eyes are filled
I want to steal
Her ever fading memory
She was bold and not carried away by any worry
I am just flowing by godly behavior
The God, sometimes, turns harder
But she had never lost her temper
I feel in hand the presence of fresh flower
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Peace and calm prevails all over I find no cover It is heat that takes toll Yet I have tor respond to the call
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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