Till the Day..., I Pass On to Our Lord!
Please, let me Oh, Lord! to...
Put my mom Up on a...
Pedestal, made of the
Purest gold... Adorn it with
Precious gems of Ceylon and
Poetry garlands strewn on...
Pouring love, from my heart!
Please, grant me..Oh, Lord!
Poetic words melting like
Pure milk Chocolate, solid as
Pure gold... glistening smooth.
Picking her out of all angels
Placing in her womb, you blessed...
Poor soul like me, forever!
Copyright © 2008 VeerajaR
I am My-Mother's Daughter
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