Friday, August 27, 2010

Poem-Mother

MOTHER – THE EIGHTH WONDER

A respected person,

The most clear in the world

In any which way

Her love cannot be controlled,

Can you name this eighth wonder?

Of course, she is my wonderful Mother!

She tells me stories

Of great freedom fighters

Who made the country free

But have become martyrs.

When I was small

She used to cradle on her lap

And taught me how to clap.

She is like hot water in tunda region

Or, like cold water in desert region.

This is my wonderful mother

Whom I call the Eighth Wonder.

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