“Oh My Sweet Heart” – Nothing Is Great Infront Of You

Oh My Sweet Heart   Nothing Is Great Infront Of You short poem

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I entered into this crazy world from your womb,
You gave me birth, by giving your breath,
You forgot all your pain by seeing my face,
“Oh My Sweet Heart” -Nothing is great in-front of you in this world!!

You laughed by seeing my smiley face,
You held my hand, before I fell down,
You understand me, before I express,
“Oh My Sweet Heart” -Nothing is great in-front of you in this world!!

You offered me, what I needed,
You showed me the best path, ever I imagined,
You loved me a lot, which I never imagine to compare with others,
“Oh My Sweet Heart” -Nothing is great in-front of you in this world!!

Your care is never imaginable,
Your affection towards me is never ending,
You are with me forever in my life,
You are none other than my sweet heart- “My dearest Mother”
“Oh My Sweet Heart” – Nothing is great in-front of you in this world!!

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