(c) Shilpa Sandesh Wake up, Good morrow to you! For you're to me, The first ray of the morrow sun; For I wish to see you rub those drowsy eyes, And wake up from that soporific sleep; I know the night was long, Our frames were interlaced with each other, but not along; You appeared in my gorgeous specter, Even the rainbow smiled, spilling upon me its seven colours; The day be a special one, as you'd soon hold a fraction of me, The surface you would touch, bears my touch unseen, So wake up, From that sublime sleep, It's the moment for us to meet........
Dear son, My beloved life, You are one in a million, A part of me, from skies afar, I still remember, How the brightest Sun shined, When I held you, divine and tender, Why should I cry for love? Why should I lament? When I have the best, from stars above, If ever, I don't live enough to see you grow, My beloved son, Feel my fragrance, in the winds that ceaselessly blow, Bend only in front of His mercy, For He granted you to me, Be a symbol of generosity and benignancy, And finally, when I die, Promise me that you won't shed a tear, My baby, even when no more, I won't bear to see you cry, I Love You Forevermore, Yours forever, Mom.... (c) S.S
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