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My Mother

Once we were in the mother's lap, We used to smile our legs up. The mother used to treat us kissing our feet, The lap's of our mom was the best playground. Sometimes we used to cry, Our mother would pat on our back with her cold hands. We used to watch mother's face repeatedly, We used to be absolutely overjoyed. When the alphabet used to come out of her mouth, It had seemed like a stringless garland. She taught us how to weave images of the dreams, I wish I could become a great poet only for her.

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Date: 3/20/2017 9:07:00 AM
And you are a poet, you have so much to say and you already have a distinctive voice, but I beg you to please use 'spell check'. I think you meant: 'it seemed like a stringless garland' not 'stingless' . . . which is a beautiful poetic line, by the way. And I think you mean: 'she taught us to weave images of our dreams.' Amitiés
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Md Shahadat Hossain
Date: 3/20/2017 3:29:00 PM
Whatever you have got a great heart.
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Md Shahadat Hossain
Date: 3/20/2017 3:22:00 PM
Thanks a lot indeed. I appreciate that.