Soul’s Song For My Mother-mom!

Happy Mother’s day…

Read it slowww-lyy,
Here I am loneee-lyy,
Writing a song for my mother Mom.
Ho! Ho! Ho! Ho! Beautiful days, dull sunrays,
The time is fleeting like tides and waves.
Far from home, living alone,
Writing a song for my mother mom!
Read it slow-ley,
Here I am lon-ley,
Sitting in a park, writing in the dark,
Pouring my pain, in search to become happy again
She likes to cook, I love to write book
She does it for me, I do it for her.
Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey! Over the land, near the bank,
She thinks of me and I think of her,
We are together bound,
But time turned our lives all around with a lamenting sound.
Read it slowly; my mother mom is lovely.
She sleeps there in the wintry nights
And I in the summer cries,
Waiting for the day we meet again
And I will be happy again.

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Nakul Grover loves reading urdu poetry of Ghalib, Mohmmad Iqbal, and Jagjeet Singh. He is currently living in Chennai, Tamil Nadu..
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Aloke
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Fine ode with nice cadence.

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