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The Hands That Blessed Me…
A beautiful family that I have known,
Is my grand parents with whom I have grown…
Who sheltered me through out my childhood,
Even at times when I have not been good…
When sometimes walking on a wrong path,
They enlighten my mind with a wisdom thought.
Lots of tales and stories that I heard from them,
No one can share like the way they use to do…
I still remember their blessings that I live with,
Their soft hands and the touch they bless me with…
© 2013 Pimmi Nag
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Nice thoughts and beautiful imagination…….
I am influenced by the emotion,depicted in every lines….
Thanks a lot for your motivational comment. Bless you.