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~Mother~

A temple in her
always to walk in
the living Goddess
waiting to hold
tight to her bosom
drops of milk
dripping from heart pen
painting shades of love
on your dark shaded face
time and complexity
made at each age you grew
to see again and again
the face she saw
at the door of womb
her shower of blessings
and prayers followed
above your head
which you thought were
the hands of God
who lifted you
God was she
in the temple you first saw...
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Beautifully Written :) :)
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Thank you so much Tushar...
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lovely poem.. :)
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Beautifully penned
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Thank you so much Gurjyot Singh...
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Thank you so much Sunila  Khemchandani

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