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Jun 20, 2006 7:02 am |
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mohit misra
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MOM
With patience she has brought me up, So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.
She comforts me when I am in pain, Or else a long time ago i would have gone insane.
She scolds me when she is right, So rarely has she abused her might,
I love you mom beyond compare, If ever you need me I will be there,
God is here in a disguise for me, The faster I realise the better things shall be.
From my poetry book Ponder Awhile available as download,soft copy and hard copy from my web site www.mohitmisra.net Private Reply to mohit misra (new win) |
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