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 May 2015 Pramod Shinde
Sophie
Or
 May 2015 Pramod Shinde
Sophie
Or
Love*
is it a noun or a verb?









*an understatement.
 May 2015 Pramod Shinde
blythe
There are times we are miles apart
But never have I felt you were that far
Coz in each others hearts
We are always there.
We had gone through the toughest times
When everything seems to fall down
But you have never backed down
Coz you know you have to fight for us.
You have always been there for me
Carefully watching me
Always ready to help me.
It is your unconditional love
And unending support
That I am always thankful of.
Thank you will never be enough
To show my gratitude and my happiness
For having a mother like you.
No word can be enough
To say how great you are as a mom;
Best is an understatement
To describe a mother like you.
Forever and always,
I will be grateful to God for having you;
Forever and always,
I will love you Mama!
Happy Mother's Day! :)
Dedicated to my SuperMAMA! :) <3
Its hard for them to admit
that their hate
is actually fear
of the light that you emit
 May 2015 Pramod Shinde
anu
smile
while
you
feel

see
sky
instead
you
cry
self motivating..feeling good..
 May 2015 Pramod Shinde
Gladys P
Mommy, you've nurtured me,
Since the day I was born,
Watched me grow,
And taught me many things I've learned.

In my heart you'll always be,
A hidden treasure,
Just for me, since everything you do,
You do with love and pleasure.

And on this special day,
I'd like to say,
How much you really mean to me,
Because you always find time, even if it's out of your way.
Thoughts of you drift daily through my mind.
Images created from your doings that made me who I am.
Mother,  my infinite support and guiding light.
Inspired by you, I tread my sometime rocky path.
Remembering your advice, 'keep pushing on'.
To the next adventure, experience created.
Still the floating thoughts arrive to mold
The future that awaits me and my journeys end.
Dearly departed
Yours was only a hand, delicate and gentle.
Mine was only a waist, never pampered by touch or love.
It was but a silly heart, pounding against my chest.
It was only a kiss, under the stars, in the pouring moonlight.
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