Mother Is Love
When he was a child,
Lost his mother;
Subsequently, her love.
Didn’t even know fully then,
What a loss it was!
Thenceforth searching for it,
Like a man running after a mirage.
Grew up somehow;
Couldn’t find it until now;
In vain were all his attempts.
Other things in life come by twos and threes…,
In place of mother, one can’t get another.
Mother is love! Love is mother!
A Brian Strand July 14 Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Brian Strand
Date: 14-07-2021
PLACE : 1st
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