a poem on mother
tommorrow my moms birthday please
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heya!! friend!!!
the poem which u wanted !!! .....
MOTHER
mother is a treasure,
being with her is a pleasure.
she guides me every time,
no matter what is the time.
she takes me to the park
and we return home before its dark.
she dried my tears,
and took away my tears.
she showed me the right way,
and she brightens my day.
she is my director
and my protector!!
hope u like it! ^^"
the poem which u wanted !!! .....
MOTHER
mother is a treasure,
being with her is a pleasure.
she guides me every time,
no matter what is the time.
she takes me to the park
and we return home before its dark.
she dried my tears,
and took away my tears.
she showed me the right way,
and she brightens my day.
she is my director
and my protector!!
hope u like it! ^^"
Nice one dear!!
gd one
thank you dearies :)
it sounds better if u write she took away my fears..... becoz twce tears isn’t sounding gd
thx sisi
ur welcome
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Here's My poem.. and this poem is dedicated to Lovely Mom...
My Mother
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In the surroundings of your zenith,
Hides from every sadness
Give one
The work is complete ...
God is invisible,
It is said that ...
Somewhere along the lines of truth,
They are unfamiliar ...
We ourselves also cry
She laughs ...
Every salic
She teaches that ...
Whatever the problem,
She smiles for us.
For the sake of our happiness
She also hurts the sadhu ...
We do not play
She fulfills her every duty ...
Dream we saw
The truth is made of that ...
Grief cloud
So the sun burns it ...
In every race of life
Our hosel is growing ...
Reads with our eyes
Disadvantages and erases him.
But never say my problem is that she ...
Perhaps only then God comes up with that ...
Even then the idol of sacrifice is called a 'she' ...
Hope this helps u...
My Mother
========================================
In the surroundings of your zenith,
Hides from every sadness
Give one
The work is complete ...
God is invisible,
It is said that ...
Somewhere along the lines of truth,
They are unfamiliar ...
We ourselves also cry
She laughs ...
Every salic
She teaches that ...
Whatever the problem,
She smiles for us.
For the sake of our happiness
She also hurts the sadhu ...
We do not play
She fulfills her every duty ...
Dream we saw
The truth is made of that ...
Grief cloud
So the sun burns it ...
In every race of life
Our hosel is growing ...
Reads with our eyes
Disadvantages and erases him.
But never say my problem is that she ...
Perhaps only then God comes up with that ...
Even then the idol of sacrifice is called a 'she' ...
Hope this helps u...
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