Friday, August 27, 2010

Poem-My Mother

MY MOTHER

Mother Earth, Mother Cow

Our Motherland,

Do they ever hold our hand?

Then who does?

Our own Mother.

Most loving, most caring,

She has trust and faith in us.

And so we feel best,

Because leaving us

She keeps everything to rest.

What is the use of a holy book?

Our Mother herself

Is our holy guidance,

So love yor Mother

Make her happy always,

And see that she remains

Like that always.

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