My age in years, turns into months, <br />when you are near ma, <br /> <br />My bed, turns into a cradle, <br />when you are near ma, <br /> <br />My smile, turns into a laughter, <br />when you are near ma, <br /> <br />i wanna become ill, <br />so that your care on me <br />multiplies umpteen times, <br /> <br />each second filled by you evades... <br /> <br />At the cost of my life... <br /> <br />i wanna freeze those moments <br /> <br />though i cant do the same with lives.... <br /> <br /> FOR A LOVELY MOM.......<br /><br />muthu veerappan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mom-none-can-fill-in-your-boots/
