Song of my Mother

This was the first poem that I wrote. I was 10 yrs old then. But even today it is my favorite. I dedicate this poem to the best, most wonderful mother in this world, my mother:). This is how it goes...


The beautiful song of the birds,
Captures the heart of mine,
And I sink in their song,
When I have a heavy heart.

The cold wind blows,
Down to my heart,
And I give up my temper,
When I have a heavy heart.

But the most I like,
Is the song of my Mother,
Which soothes my heart,
When I have a heavy heart.

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