Angel
Angel
A hand with full of blessings
A heart which is full of loves
She might be angel with a great hearts
We call her "mother" a symbol of morals
Always care about our feelings
Help us to make what we are all's
God make us but she defines us
In return want nothing only love's
But give unconditionally in doubtfully
We are nothing we are everything
Just because she made with all sense
Like care, love ,understanding and blessings
Angel is what don't I know but
Only I know that mother is one of them and best among all
Copyright © Mamta Pal | Year Posted 2015
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