New class 12 english poem my mother at sixty six Quotes, Status, Photo, Video

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Your palm are not soft,because they cares so much,they makes always yummy food. Your wrinkles are sign of your growing age but still you looks so beautiful because your heart is full of love and kindness. Your anger is so irritated but still you sounds musically because it's good wishes for us. Your simplicity not matches the trend but still you looks so pretty when you sticks the red Bindi on your forehead. Your thoughts are not so bold like the new generation but still you advise like the motivator because you have experienced life. You're not the soldier but still you learn us to fight with the problems. You're not the doctor but still you have your homemade nuskhas which are bestest than medicines. You're not magician but still your touch is give me magical powers to stay energetic. #mother #motherlove #life #english #poem

Your palm are not soft,because they cares so much,they makes always yummy food. Your wrinkles are sign of your growing age but still you looks so beautiful because your heart is full of love and kindness. Your anger is so irritated but still you sounds musically because it's good wishes for us. Your simplicity not matches the trend but still you looks so pretty when you sticks the red Bindi on your forehead. Your thoughts are not so bold like the new generation but still you advise like the motivator because you have experienced life. You're not the soldier but still you learn us to fight with the problems. You're not the doctor but still you have your homemade nuskhas which are bestest than medicines. You're not magician but still your touch is give me magical powers to stay energetic. #mother #motherlove #life #english #poem

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Sixty seconds 'til goodbye; Sixty counts 'til you utter Those dreaded words and sigh. Shalt I enunciate them for you? Shalt I commence the end And make it easier for you? Sixty taps and sixty breaths; All that's needed, now-- The dreaded rescript: dead. "Sixty" #Sixty #diwa #yqbaba

Sixty seconds 'til goodbye; Sixty counts 'til you utter Those dreaded words and sigh. Shalt I enunciate them for you? Shalt I commence the end And make it easier for you? Sixty taps and sixty breaths; All that's needed, now-- The dreaded rescript: dead. "Sixty" #Sixty #diwa #yqbaba