Mother is not a word but a Story itself.. .not just a person but a whole world in herself
The most beautiful lady gave me a hug tight,
There was a flow of energy in her that let me stand and fight
That day Was special for me because she was there
I smiled and She kissed and the things those were gone were my fear
She was like the music of soule,
A story at it's whole
She was the chosen one to take me to the world
She was the chosen one to teach me how to hold
I still remember that was her only bite she gave me
I still remember that was her only life she gave me
She wanted to see me standing on Side that is right
The most beautiful lady gave me a hug tight
There was a Flow of energy in her That let me stand and fight.
When the controllable things slip out of hand and you can't stop but blame yourself or the destiny, for that one thing which mattered to you the most. The pain and agony is beyond words and it's heart wrenching..
Expectations and the emotions of his somewhere lost an adorability call it his love. some found expectations which never would have happened if it was not for someone responded to his askings.askings of his love.akings of his expectations of forlorn love..
The moral advice of great men is religion. Works for mankind are the part of religion.