Through the warmth of her feeling;
The touch so healing;
The voice so appealing-
She gives you life's meaning.
The feelings so pure,
About you she's so sure;
All your sorrows, she cure-
teaches you to be demure!
For nine months she bore,
With pain....she, you tore-
Laughter was on her face, not sore,
You were her's from the deep core.
In your pain,
She was like an umbrella in the rain-
Takin care of your drain-
From physical to your brain.
But ask yourself, oh child!
Have you gone mild-
Drifted away in the wild;
Not to look after, the GODDESS, so blind!
In her pain too, she will smile,
So that it takes a while-
For you to realize her style-
Of shealding you all the while!
Luv 'n' Luk
Arnab Chakraverty
3 comments:
good work...well written!!!write all you can....you never know which one's a masterpiece in the making!!!
very well written....simple n sweet
Beautifully composed poetry!
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