Blissful stroke It's not your feelings! It's all | English Poetry

"Blissful stroke It's not your feelings! It's all about mine! I have someone for whom I am his little queen. I can never forget those beautiful days A cosy shelter in the cradle of his hands. His sparkling cheeks and rosy lips—it’s bliss In my dazzling eyes, he gives his gentle kiss. I will never get opportunity to sit with him after No more shared joy and some laughter. No chance to touch him later In his lap, I never again enter. Unable to trim his nails with care As there is a disruption, calling bells in the air. But I can extend my helping hands to others Treat them with kindness and good manners. Stand by your side as a strong pillar To convey your message, it’s a great healer. I can tell them how you fight against death And I can ever remember you in my last breath! ©Ajmira khatun"

Blissful stroke

It's not your feelings! It's all about mine!
I have someone for whom I am his little queen.
I can never forget those beautiful days
A cosy shelter in the cradle of his hands.
His sparkling cheeks and rosy lips—it’s bliss
In my dazzling eyes, he gives his gentle kiss.

I will never get opportunity to sit with him after
No more shared joy and some laughter.
No chance to touch him later
In his lap, I never again enter.
Unable to trim his nails with care
As there is a disruption, calling bells in the air.

But I can extend my helping hands to others
Treat them with kindness and good manners.
Stand by your side as a strong pillar
To convey your message, it’s a great healer.
I can tell them how you fight against death
And I can ever remember you in my last breath!

©Ajmira khatun

Ajmira khatun

Blissful stroke It's not your feelings! It's all about mine! I have someone for whom I am his little queen. I can never forget those beautiful days A cosy shelter in the cradle of his hands. His sparkling cheeks and rosy lips—it’s bliss In my dazzling eyes, he gives his gentle kiss. I will never get opportunity to sit with him after No more shared joy and some laughter. No chance to touch him later In his lap, I never again enter. Unable to trim his nails with care As there is a disruption, calling bells in the air. But I can extend my helping hands to others Treat them with kindness and good manners. Stand by your side as a strong pillar To convey your message, it’s a great healer. I can tell them how you fight against death And I can ever remember you in my last breath! ©Ajmira khatun

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