Friday, July 26, 2013

Like mother Her wrapping a child...

And the Mother
Seen Her
Have not i?
How She wrapped her
Son to her
As if She would never
Let any to clinch him
From her soul,
A protector,
A mother true,
Divine,
Holding on
To her son
As if Nature...

Elementary,
And so so full of Love...
True,
Non pareil...

And seen him
The son
How he comfortably sleeps
There,
As if there he finds
Only solace
And bliss...
Heavenly...

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