Innumerable sleepless night
My mother land spend
Nurturing the infant of wisdom
In the spiritual cradle, warm
Her ever replenishing bosom
Nurtured all with no qualm
Yet the ugly hands of ingratitude
Many a times, made her bleed
Yet as witness unto the world
Stands her soul unconquered.
mashoodkk
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Buried in every soul are mysteries............waiting to get unraveled......... And then there is light and beauty!!!!...... The brightness and fragrance vary with depth......Nevertheless an attempt is always the first step.....
MY DREAM....
Dreams of dancing to the song of my soul one day.....without any chains in the feet.......and the hands as free as a wind.......
The smile that you will find on my face that day was the one I have been longing through out.......
Then I will go to sleep on her lap.............I wish I never wakes up again from those beautiful dreams........
The smile that you will find on my face that day was the one I have been longing through out.......
Then I will go to sleep on her lap.............I wish I never wakes up again from those beautiful dreams........
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