I was searching and searching
searching for the meaning of my life.
Thought may be the school grades,
may be the fancy dress,
dazzling diamonds,
hot lipstick shade,
or backyard fish pond
will give me an answer.
Oh no! Not at all.
I was still searching for.....
May be the bee of the spring,
may be the flower
that is very pink,
may be the winter breeze
will give me an answer at least.
But I was still searching for...
One day I looked
at my son's eyes
and saw the deepest love
for mine.
I knew at that time
sharing all good things
and happy thoughts
may be will bring the meaning
of my life after all.
Reason for writing:
My 10 months boy Monon Rahman.
Birth sign: Pisces
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