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.
I had a class fellow who was very rude to me and day by day my dis likeness for her increases but one day she was talking to my teacher and i sit next to her and she was just like me..i asked her that why she don't talk to people on which she said that because i never found someone who is like me but you are kinda my type and i really love talking to you so i wrote a poetry about her!.
After the death of the mother of an innocent kid, a small innocent kid is searching for his mother. and asking to the sun, mount, sky, cuckoo, moon, flower, tree, and god.
We all have a person or more in our life for whom we have a lot of respect for. No matter what the reason is, we look at things/life from their perspective and try to feel 'em, to connect on a way deeper level.