NITISH REDDY
Drama
A Mother is one who
Understands the things
You say and do
Who always over looks
You faults and sees the
Best in you
A Mother is one whose
Special love inspire you
Day by day
Who fills your heart with
Gladness in her warm
And thoughtful way.
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Mother
Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but got trapped immediat... Freedom was gifted to me.... ....the moment I came out of my mother's womb but ...
I sat up in the midnight when the night was still, I sat up in the midnight when the night was still,
The father then headed to heavens above Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek, The father then headed to heavens above Leaving his sons with wisdom to seek,
For the first time in her life, she tied Rakhi, For the first time in her life, she tied Rakhi,
As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats As red heels sing along the pathway, They synchronize through the beats
Moldy walls and rusted parts, Moldy walls and rusted parts,
One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish One tiny view of the dazzling God Instantly heals the mounted anguish
Helplessness.... of the migrant workers.. Helplessness.... of the migrant workers..
Why does it seem.... That sometimes, you are unwanted... Why does it seem.... That sometimes, you are unwanted...
As he grew the bond of brother and sister grew, With time everything changed my view. As he grew the bond of brother and sister grew, With time everything changed ...
It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body It's futile to forge a sense of belongingness to the body
Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes, Your beauty is NOT in those glittery eyes,
But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me. But deep within there’s a voice ready to vouch for me.
I never had a sister of my own, Since I had been brought up all alone. I never had a sister of my own, Since I had been brought up all alone.
The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary! The wind warmed up from being the dry cold, As in the mortuary!
With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment, I emerge str With my child's cries, I wither, And my child's smile, I rebound, Every moment...
There was a young fellow in distress and distraught... There was a young fellow in distress and distraught...
Touch of dewdrops on the cold morning of the winter Touch of dewdrops on the cold morning of the winter
Together they mend the broken fence Together they sit and tie the sacred ends. Together they mend the broken fence Together they sit and tie the sacred ends...
To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house, To that carpenter uncle Who recides opposite to my house,
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