The cool Breeze
Passed by Her.
It played with her curly hair.
She was busy with her household chores.
Suddenly a smile , so bright came
On her lovely face.
She turned back to see the windows
if open.
From the garden I called on her
'Come on mom, it's again rain outside'
No sooner had I called
She fled to me to like a
butterfly getting attracted
Towards honey.
She caught every drop in her hands
As if they were pearls
Sent from above.
We laughed, we played,
We sang, we danced.
I didn't notice how time passed by
Now I am in the garden
But she is not.
In the chilled I stood frozen
And rain hid my tears!
~ lately visited one of my friends. She told me about her feelings. She lost her mother when she was a Lil girl. Mother is the perfect creation of god.
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