Gift of Divine

a short poem on the love of a mother.

The shimmering stars in the sky,

stay awake all the night;

to guard the beauteous sky

who was sleeping so tight.

The restless wind moves here and there,

it touches the ivy vine,

sounding longer than ever,

To make sure everything's fine,

The autumn leaves fall

the ruthless winter arise

the creatures bury themselves

the ground gives sacrifice,

the cradle still rocks

the innocent sleeps without care

perhaps knowing the fact

someone really caring is there.

He creates a star for every sky,

a wind for every wine.

For every creature there's ground

For every child,a mother from divine.

Reviews

[Najam Us Saher]

Lovely imagery. I like your thoughts.

[Marium Usman]

thanks its positive

[Najam Us Saher]

You're welcome.