Waiting For Mother (Quatrain Verse) Poem by Muzahidul Reza

Waiting For Mother (Quatrain Verse)

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Where are you, dear mom?
Hearing you are ill I've come
With the cherries from Michigan
The grapes from Thailand,

The apples from North Georgia
The oranges from California
The dates, the figs from Arabia
The sweetmeats from India,

Sea food, weeds from Japan
Spices and fishes from Ceylon
I am waiting for long and long
When I will sit with you along?

Some say you are no more
How can I take it any more?
I offer them to share the fruits
If they give your proper news,

Yet I am waiting with the fruits
I'll feed you with my own hands
I will know your all conditions
My heart beat will be promoting.

Copyright © Muzahidul Reza |27 September.2017

Wednesday, September 27, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Evi Evi 15 October 2017

An ideal kid always is Waiting For Mother, great shared,10

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John Paul 13 October 2017

Mother is very close to our heart, we should do much for her, great done 10

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Shah A. Khan 09 October 2017

We must wait for mother, it is a great poem on mother

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Emanuel Johnson 06 October 2017

Where are you, dear mom? Hearing you are ill I've come With the cherries from Michigan The grapes from Thailand, excellent written

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Emanuel Johnson 06 October 2017

For mother kids must wait and do much, great write, thanks,10

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Farnes Pini 22 January 2018

Mother is great in our live, we do much for her, thank you poet

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Afin Son 25 October 2017

Yet I am waiting with the fruits I'll feed you with my own hands I will know your all conditions My heart beat will be promoting. outstanding write

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Afin Son 25 October 2017

Some say you are no more How can I take it any more? I offer them to share the fruits If they give your proper news, wonderful poem

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Afin Son 25 October 2017

Sea food, weeds from Japan Spices and fishes from Ceylon I am waiting for long and long When I will sit with you along? great poem

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Afin Son 25 October 2017

The apples from North Georgia The oranges from California The dates, the figs from Arabia The sweetmeats from India, great poem

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Muzahidul Reza

Muzahidul Reza

Charaihatee; Mohangonj; Rajibpur.
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