Mother- the Best On the Heather
Oh,God! To my mother,
To whom i owe my breaths,
Please shower your blessings;
For she's a blessing.
She moves binding her self.
Her ways are never the same.
For Thee, she makes sacrifices;
And more and more are for me.
She dances with her duties;
She's been so beautiful with her steps.
Thy devotee she is; smiles for me.
She sings with her tears,
Layered beneath layers,
The voice is inaudible.
Of others I cannot tell,
But, my world without her is no better than hell.
Oh, God! I have found another Thee,
Please keep her happy, I plea.
Copyright © Anshita Garg | Year Posted 2017
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