Oh! Mom - Poem by Kshitij Singh

You are not a queen of a state,
Or a powerful goddess.
for me you are a trust divine,
Who lives in my empathy?

You are not a great author,
Like Dickens, Wilde or Wordsworth.
But with a nobler vision,
You wrote a story of my life.

You built no great temples,
Like those in ancient India.
But with a finer design,
You arranged this soul of mine.

Oh God! that I have this beautiful gift of you,
Or that was in my destiny, zilch matters.
Cause with a colourful sculpture,
My mother's life will always blossom me up.

Poems by Kshitij Singh

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