By Sara Garg
The whispers from the heaven above,
The chatter of the angels; unto us
Can find among their burning terms of love
None so devotional than that of my mother
Can. No one measures your frequency of love.
Therefore, by the dear name I long have called you-
You who are more than mother to me.
You fill my hearts of hearts
Triumph over my chagrin, obliterate my vexation
Can. No one measures your frequency of love?
By Sara Garg
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