Love, a word, the meaning you are
Out of the blue, a magical star..
Vain is my life, without you
Each day your affection grew..
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Yet, at times I took you for granted
On my hard days, you never deserted
Umbrella you were, when sorrows fell wholehearted..
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Mystical creature you are, O’ mother!
Oscillates our lives around each other,
Mom, your care can’t match with any other!
©®Sana Mahin…
This is a poetry form called Acrostic.. In this form the first letter of each verse forms the title of the poem..
Thank you for reading..
Brilliant!😍
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Thank you..😊 are you back?
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I am posting privately on the blog. 🙂
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Oh..
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Oh.. grant me permission
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Aaah I loved this. And the idea of the title. 💕 This is so lovely. 😌
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Thank you so much.. It’s a form of poetry
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This is brilliantly beautiful❤
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