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.
The poem takes you through the mind of a person who is in deep love, but is very insecure of it to be never ending due to his esteem..
Nature is almighty. Nature is featureful.
Poverty and Crisis are the sources of child labour. It is in-human, we should try to abolish this social misfortune.