Good morning / Good Day / Good night
How are you all? Hopefully, this poem written by me can make you warm.
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But her hands which first held my little fingers
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But those tears which secretly fell for me
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But her hunger which always kept me full
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But a warrior who took me through the storms
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But my dream which she wanted to realize more
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But her childish-joy when with me
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But her suffering without my warmth
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But her regret of still not doing more for me
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But the absence of her wants
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But the will to part away her own life
For me. For us. Mother's love is the purest. No matter how your life is going, make sure you look after her.
Stop for a moment and think only about her. If you have a mother, you have the greatest gift. Indeed, you are more blessed than millions.
Share this content with your mother. Make her day today.
Eighty years and I see nothing,
But her radiance all around me.
Take Care,
Vishwas
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