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by Ravi Madan Sep 12, 2014
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Come along, Come with me,
I'll show the hands that cares for me,
They raised me up, They hold my hands
Now its the time to live for them
Not yet found another heart,
No soothing anymore,
Want to have rebirth for the parents I owe.
The wounds I face in life,
Still feels the gentle hands.
Its like I'm not grown up,
I'm still in someone's hands
The life that I live,
I simply owe it to them.
Coz there's no gem on this earth ,
That would ever cost like them
Coz there's no gem on this earth,
That would ever cost like them.
by Meena Krish
How true and how beautiful...mothers are gems, gifts to this earth. A sentimental write..a lovely dedication :)