Santosh Chhetry

Rookie [ethen] (10th january 1988 / calcutta)


She cries in every bit of my hurt,
Flourishes my way self walking through dirt.
Except her none can take my bother,
Heaven is there where is my MOTHER.

An ocean is there of love in her eyes,
She feels the tears if her son cries.
Tender her hands which roses cant compare, To nurture the greatest son Mother Mary was there.

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