Wednesday, December 17, 2008

Mom....

The Morning Breeze hits my cheek
Suddenly I wake up to see
The hands rolling over my hair
It’s my MOM with love and care

I grin; I smile to hug her twice
The very thought of her is so nice
I take a sip of tea she’s made
“God, this is heaven”, I simply said

We sit and chat, the happenings inter-se
The best friend God has ever given to me
She understands my heart through my face
I would lose myself in that divine grace

The lady of love, I am so glad
You have turned me from a child to lad
I crawled after you to suckle your breast
Now, I need is just a divine embrace. (Sagarmani)

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