His Mother

His Mother short poem

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Somehow I simply can’t forget
The first time that i met her
A little glimpses from the window pane
On the special day of your first born

A single call from your little one
What changed everything upside down
A soul in me little confused, little nervous
Still felt contented looking his happy face

You are the first arms to hold him
So tender and so dear
The first one to make him feel safe
When he was in fear

The first one to comfort him
When he felt alone
You are the one to teach him
Lessons of life & guide him through trouble

You are the first eyes to see him
In his imperfections and all
You are the one to impart him love & acceptance
You are the one who helped him to stand tall

You are the one who taught him to be kind & true
You brought him to this beautiful world
You are the one i bonded with an unknown bond
Its a simple pure love nothing more nothing less

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I am Rajani Nayar from Delhi. I love travelling, exploring new places & writing. I write on all that my mind can reason, first time i started writing when i lost my father at the age of 19.
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