I can’t find the Meter to measure.
Parent’s love,emotion and affection.
It is the treasure of pleasure.
Holding our souls strong connection.
My origin was her womb.
But I live in her heart.
My temporary rest in the tomb.
But I got an institution to start.
Parents are my architects.
Design me and prepare me.
To be strong against times as erect.
And they let me choose and be free.
Friendship is rare and rare.
Friendship with parents is my dear.
Secrets and feelings with whom I share.
Parents care and rare in pair.
Happiness in my eyes with tear.
(By Aamir Aqeil Azfar)
Copy rights by ©Aamir Aqeil Azfar
It’s very seldom that children and parents get along. Having a wonderful relationship with those who breathed life into you is a blessing.
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Its beautiful to appreciate parents
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A lovely poem.Wisjing you a good experience and good luck with your bog
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Wonderful Poem! Thank you for visiting my blog!
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I enjoyed reading this so much 🙂
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The most peaceful an safe world above all of the worlds.
Mother’s and father’s heart.
Lovely poem ❤
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What a great foundation of love to build upon. Lovely!
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This is lovely. Thank you for sharing.
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This is so true and you express it lovely.
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You are so welcome.
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