By Hemalata
The heavens showered from alone
Countless blessings of love
Warmth enveloped in the mother’s womb
Which travels with us to the tomb
The mothers lone so pure and tender
Nurturing, caring seems to be forever
A fathers love always follo9nies like shadows
Living his dreams with joys and sorrows
Siblings are for sharing lone and laughter
Friends who care for you amidst the merry
banter
Teachers and mentors who are our guiding stars
Who take us to places near and a far
Loved ones who are there for you day and night
Through ups and downs no matter
What else could one count than these blessings
Gifts of God in abundance keep raining
By Hemalata
Hemalata's poem is serious very nice to read. The words used in the poem is really good 😊 . My heart felt congratulations 🎉 to Mrs. Hemalata . All the best ☺️