I will go to mother,
in summertime,
when her laughter is as the daisies in the grass.
I will go to my mother,
In the winter,
when I feel my blood is frozen,
for you are my shelter and my guardian.
I will go to my mother in the autumn,
For the colour of life is full and shaky,
But you, mother, will bring joy into my life.
I will go to my mother in the spring,
as she will sing a song to me,
Like the birds chirping on the tree!
Sup! Siddhart..
Nice poem yaar…
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Thanks ananya
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Sup! Siddhart..
Nice poem yaar…
And just take good look before you send! The spellings ain’t right… like fell is actually feel
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Thanx a ton ananya
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Nice poem i can feel the connection between your mom and you
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Thanks a lot gopikha
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The nerd123 is me gopikha
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Lovely poem Sid
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