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You Were There

You were,you are and you will always be there,
In the sunshine,
In the sunshade,
When day breaks and when the day is called off.
You were,you are and you will also be there,
Behind my smiles,
Behind my tears,
In all my joys and sorrows,
During all my ups and downs.
You were,you are and you will always be there.
At times near,
At times far,
appearing and disappearing
in fancies and fantasies,
in thoughts and memories,
You were, you are and you will always be there.
Incarnation of the Almighty
As parents,as siblings,as my kids
As friends,as well wishers
As my soulmate,as my life mate
You are like Him the Prime Mover great
You were, you are and you will always be there.
Always giving ears even to what l don't say,
Always doing even those things for me for which l don't ask for,
Always forgiving and ignoring mistakes that l commit.
You were, you are and you will always be there.
Always there to hold me even before l fall.
You who are as chaste and pure as fresh snow flakes.
You who are sweet as amber honey drops,
You who are akin to the balm for pains,
You who are like oxygen the elixir for life.
In front of you today l bow and submit since
You are the believer's faith
You are every mother's constant prayer
You are every father's trust
You are the siblings' sublime presence
You are every true friend's support.
You are the invaluable, priceless embellishments of true humanity that move this universe
Pity, peace, truth, faith,sympathy and empathy.
In front of you today l bow and submit..





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  1. Wow...perfect words , filled with gratitude.brilliant

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  2. You were,you are and you will always be there 😀👏

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  3. Very nice
    You were you are and you will always be there writing wonderful poems and making us feel proud 😊👏👏👏👏👍👍

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  4. Wow......really awesome 👏👏👏

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  5. Beautiful poem having beautiful thought

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  7. Haven't felt such cozy in a while,
    It's beautiful✨

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