Lap of Feelings
Mother : Earth,
I was sown in your womb resembling soil,
Remained there for a period.
Then I was germinated,
Your umbilical cord resembles roots.
Medium of food.
Your purity, senerity and devotion were : my nutritions.
With fondle care,
Developed,
From bud to flower.
My scent : virtue.
Outcome of your love.
Fortunate : being your son.
By :- Rohit Sharma (Joker)
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