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My Mother’s Kiss...
A mother’s heart knows,
Only one language of kiss…
A kiss to heal where you are sore…
A kiss with a tickle when you are bored…
A kiss on your forehead,
To take away that fever…
To bring you in a dreamland,
A kiss on your face and hands…
That hug with a beautiful surprise,
A kiss to see you victorious of all obstacles…
Those days ending in an argument,
Makes the day a sunshine with a kiss…
A pride of all the precious things,
Is my mother’s kiss…
© 2013 Pimmi Nag
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