Mother is an ocean of duties, / in a sea of love. / Fondness makes the waves, foam and bubbles, / in many waters. / Loving waves arise, collide, play and wane … sign in to read more »
Red rose for you my dear / We are near this year / Fresh from the morning dew / I am due from the few / / With such a pretty face / You have the grace / Wishing that you are mine / A thought so divine / … sign in to read more »
Childhood enrolled fun and play / With a demand all was done / Neglect and habits had no say / When playing was all in one / / Youth was sleep and laziness / And enjoyment the only need / Apathy could not harness / The will with the sleepy seed / / Marriage was a demanding wife / Nagging the wealth to… sign in to read more »
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