One Of The Holy Object

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Woman has been named as one of the holy object She may have nothing on hand except one project Fulfillment in life with or with heavy struggle Life must flow on without any trouble I see in picture a well defined woman Not that she has nice company of man Not well placed in life but as happiest female That she might have got from male counterpart She has every reason to look heaven in child Rare occasion and all happiness to find Woman can't be a full woman until have child A beautiful world to live in and build Whenever I find good couple on screen I just slip in memory as if something divine thing is seen Mother with child is rarest occasion to observe A selfless duty and that too mother only can serve What is there in world to see other than this? We have nothing pay something like fix fees You see it daily around but get no real glimpse It gives lot of relief when you see feel no tense The child may pick her mothers pulse Even if said gently with no need to converse I regard such phenomena as divine gift Where you will never find in mother any shift Roses have appeal and fragrance may be spread It is felt by person but can never be read Like wise motherly feeling is seen and felt So is the fragrance in air is simply smelt

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