A Reply poem To
"Mom's Smile "of MePoet yeps Poet.
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Such a lovely poem dear poet the poet,
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Life becomes more solid as pain is stolid, Pains gives life a wider view with pang renew,
Such a lovely poem dear poet the poet, Your mom's Smile becomes your breath, It is not smile but love that flows down,
A wonderful tribute to poetic pen of Me Poet Yeps Poet. " Mom's Smile ' by Poet Poet is one of the best poem on Mother who is the epitome of love and care. Even in pain she smiles to her child happy. Thanks Prabir Gayen for honoring Poet Poet through this poem.
When a poet uses the word 'MAA' Elevated it is to the heights sublime. Such a great tribute!
beautifully written - Your mom is your joy, the source to face the world .........Mother is home God Himself Aspires to sojourn, .............///// its reply poem; yeah, this is excellent TRIBUTE POEM to the MOTHER's SMILING
Mom's smile truly replicates the Goddess. It is very nice of you to translate your feelings into words about this great subject.
Thanks dear poet by writing this poem i invite to revisit Mom's Smile.
He incarnates Himself often and on, To play in the lap of mother, To smile with Mom's smile, Mother is a living Goddess where all godliness resides. Thanks for inviting.
A nice tribute to a fellow poet. Thanks for inviting me to read it.
Mom's smile is one the most touching and emotional poems...truthful emotion...it goes beyond mind....The poet poet is a great artistic poet....truly..
To smile with Mom's smile! ! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
He is lovely friend, he is a nice poet and writes heart catching poems. It's wonderful gratitude to a wonderful poet.
God incarnates Himself often and on, To play in the lap of mother, To smile with Mom's smile, Mother is a living Goddess where all godliness resides.. 🧡❤️💜💚❤️💛💙❤️
Such an EXCELLENT POEM CAN ONLY BE COMPOSED BY A POET PG WORTHY OF BEING INDIA'S SECOND TAGORE A MASTER OF ENGLISH POETRY. LET ME WIPE MY TEARS AND DRINK THE SAME AS 'AMRIT' FOR THE LOVE YOU SHOWER -MY SON LIKE POET PG.. NOW LET ME BOW TO THE POET OF FUTURE... YOU- DEAR P G. PRABIR GAYEN..POET ME
Crying with alert tone for Mary The Mother, From painful sheath of heart you soar above the shore of human dearth, From horizon to vertical,