Those strands of grey on your temples
Creased brows in a smirch stained plea,
Those dark circles around your eyes
I know they have come for me.
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Have never seen the face of God
Yet I know how he would be,
When I gaze at your gentle eyes,
He peeps through them at me.
Hello Amar, i just read your poem dedicated to your sweet Mother. I am deeply touched.
So beautifully you have expressed the deep love you have for your mother.
A wonderful photograph. Is that little boy, You? S very cute!
I just cannot leave this page without giving you a full 100
Dear Dr.Menon,
Let me first thank you for responding to my request of reading this poem. I am happy that you liked the verses, happier that you could identify the love ensconced in them so easily. When I read your poem about your mother - I instantly connected the feelings, therefore the request. Yes, this the oldest picture my mother could find of ours... I was barely two years old then. I cannot thank you for the marks... it would be too small a gesture. But do know that you have left a poet motivated and much inspired. It could only come from a poet and a deep thinker of your caliber. I know from your words that you too believe that - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World!
Warm Regards!
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Have never seen the face of God Yet I know how he would be, When I gaze at your gentle eyes, He peeps through them at me. Hello Amar, i just read your poem dedicated to your sweet Mother. I am deeply touched. So beautifully you have expressed the deep love you have for your mother. A wonderful photograph. Is that little boy, You? S very cute! I just cannot leave this page without giving you a full 100
Dear Dr.Menon, Let me first thank you for responding to my request of reading this poem. I am happy that you liked the verses, happier that you could identify the love ensconced in them so easily. When I read your poem about your mother - I instantly connected the feelings, therefore the request. Yes, this the oldest picture my mother could find of ours... I was barely two years old then. I cannot thank you for the marks... it would be too small a gesture. But do know that you have left a poet motivated and much inspired. It could only come from a poet and a deep thinker of your caliber. I know from your words that you too believe that - The Hand That Rocks The Cradle Rules The World! Warm Regards!