Where is my mother?

Do you know where is my mother?

Where is my mother?
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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. do you know? where is my mother?

where is my mother?

 

hey sun, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her eyes are lighting than you.

hey sky, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her mind is farreaching than you.

hey mount, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her arms are firming than you.

hey flowers, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her face is charming than you.

hey cuckoo, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her voice is engaging than you.

hey moon, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her shadow is cooling than you.

hey tree, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her heart is tolerating than you.

hey god, do you know? where is my mother?
                                      her love is holier than you.

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Wonderful!!!

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It is a beautiful poem. Every word of it is so powerful. A mother is the best creation of GOD and is the epitome of love, trust, bond, kindness and sacrifice. She is a blessing of God and one is lucky to have one with you. No matter how old we become we never outgrow the love that mother has. The loss of a mother is an irreparable one and your poem beautifully reflects plight of that little child who has lost his mother.

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Excellent

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