Mahalakshmi stotram

A BRAND NEW DAY

When i wake early in the morning,
A brand new day i see,
I lift my head up to the sky and,
thank God for letting me to be me.

Uncertain as to what the day will,
 bring,
Don't know what lies a head not,
sure of my future work,
I ask God to guide me on my path.

The birds sing their sweet, sweet,
song.
The bees hum their precious melody,
The winds blow where it wishes,
All coming together in perfect harmony.

Down the ground the ants find their prey,
and the squirrel rambles from tree,
The gopher finds it place a hole,
and the rabbit rooms aimlessly.

The beautiful lily blooms bright and fair,
The roses are red, pink, and white,
The dandelions are ready for picking,
and the grass is green and full bright.

How blue and beautiful the sky is above?
How lovely the stream and river and sea are?
And each new day ,I open my eye,
I thank GOD for letting me be me.




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DUNIYA KARE SAWAL=BAHU BEGUM

NUMBER ONE TEACHER.

We are happy that you were our teacher,
We enjoyed lessons you taught, as you ,
were our role model. you inspired us to,
dream and to work and succeed.

With  your kindness you got our attention,
Every day you planted seeds of curiosity,
and motivated us to grow and succeed.

You helped us full fill our potential,
you helped us to understand good,
and bad write and wrong ,and to ,
follow correct path in life .
We are thankful  for all you  have,
done, We admire you each day and ,
We just want to say as a ,
TEACHER YOU ARE NUMBER ONE'. 

FIRST TIME

When i held you first time,
my life began to shine,
I knew then this life was,
not just mine.

I would do what it takes,
to help you correct ,
your mistakes,
To get by the challenges,
you may face in life.

For your freedom ,
many have fought,
Some days will be,
Good, others will not,
Always thank GOD,
FOR THE LIFE YOU GOT.

The world is not perfect,
as you see,
Having you here made it,
better for me,
When you 're in need,
by your side I'll be.
for you are my daughter for ETERNITY.

FATHER'S HEART.

Father's heart is a pillow,
that you can rest,
A father's heart is a pill,
that cures your illness.

A father's  heart is a tissue,
that can wipe your tears,
A father's heart is muscles,
that picks you up.

A father's heart is a cloth,
that you wear to cover,
A father's heart is money,
that brings food to the table,

A fathers heart is a pencil,
that writes your future,
A father;s heart is love,
that you fall in,

A father's heart is that,
takes care of you,
though you do not understand,
but you love him and his ways.

CHILDHOOD DOESN'T WAIT

I was sitting on a bench,
while on a near by mall,
when i noticed a young mother,
with two children who were small.

The youngest one was whining,
'pick me up' , i heard him beg,
but the mothers face grew angry,
as the child clung to her leg,

Don't hang on to me she shouted,
as she pushed his hand away,
I wished I'd  have the courage ,
to go up to her and say,,,,.

'The time will come quickly ,
when those little arms that tug,
won't ask for you to hold them,
or won't freely give hug,.

'The day will sneak up subtly.
just as it did with, me  ,
when you can't recall the,
last time your child sat,
on your knee.

'Like those sacred ,
predawn feelings,
when we cherished,
time alone ,our babies,
grow and leave behind,
those special times we've known.

'So when your child comes to you,
with a book that you can share,
or ask that you would tuck him on,
and help him to say his prayers,.

'when he comes to sit or chat,
or would like to take a walk,
before you answer that you,
can;t because , no time to talk.
Remember what all parent learn,
so many times late, they years go,
by to quickly and that childhood,
doesn't wait.

'Take every opportunity ,
if one should slip away,
reach hard to get it back,
again don't wait for another day.

I watched the mother walk away,
Her children followed near,,
I hope she' PICK THEM UP',
BEFORE  HER CHANCE DISAPPEARS.             ,