Mother
Mother is simple and beautifulLike a tree, like sun and moon,
She gives shadow in life's hot noon
Warmth of her arms keeps away winter cool
She brings smiles to our saddest thought
And made delicious vegetables, which she brought;
With lots of spice and the tinge of love
Which made my spirit rise above
Holding her fingers, I can walk to star
And her love makes me see, unseen not too far
Whole cosmos bow down to her
Because she is god's messenger here
See; mother is always simple, beautiful and divine too
Like a tree, like sun, moon and pure dew.
Poetry by Aashish Thakur
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Written on 2006-11-10 at 05:01
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