When sun rays fall
To the wintery frost
Her Care is such
For warmth, I halt.

Cold wind blows
And nights crawl in
Her hands have the touch,
A sweet slumber to flow

A bewildered mind to cross
the waters of mile
A stone that shimmers
in the solitude, I find.
To which footsteps I keep
And expects no favour
So facile her love, that
Makes everything I bind.

My part is all her’s
And she’s all mine
Mother is more than
An Ocean of divine.
Happy mother’s Day Maa

© 2020 Khwabo ka Sapna

By Light of Life

I am born in India, am a Civil Engineer by profession and Punjabi by nature. I am pleased to have you here reading my words. I hope you are doing fantastically fine. This is a brief introduction about myself, Apart from building roads at work, I spend my time writing poetries and articles. Also, I love to garden, plant saplings and see them grow. You would agree that Everything needs the right amount of resources and time to come out in their full form and Nature is the best teacher of it.
I also have an interest in travelling, I love to talk to people I meet in my odyssey and understand the subtle emotions they try to connect with.
I have travelled most parts of India and would love to see the entire country. Also, am keen to know different cultures of the world that define Humanity.
I Believe in Love, Laughters and Listening. Happy to have you reading till the end

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