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310 · Nov 2017
Adoption
Manyata Singh Nov 2017
I Had neither kept my baby
In the womb
Nor felt his kicking and his palm
As he is from my heart born

When i Saw the glimpse of his
Sanguine, in  Adoption farm
It touched my spirit , made my
Heart To feel warm

His Captivating eyes
Were seeking  affection
They have ability to
Heal my rejections
The desire for which
My soul craved for long
Now that triumph
Was seeming strong

His divine steps
Were always protected and ,
Made me a mother
that I had never
Expected

His presence in my life
Made me Feel collected
Love is love
I had accepted
Its not necessary
That it must be blood connected
This was always proved
By the smile he reflected

Thanks to destiny for
Getting me corrected
Now I know why was
I as sterile selected

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