The Invisible Truth
Updated: Jun 7, 2023
By Sneha Tripathy
Pitter patter raindrops on the roof
And little drops on the soil,
Can help soothe like a spoof
And aid out break every turmoil.
God made a wonderful mother
She, whose love never grows old
A peaceful smile like sunshine
And a moulded heart of pure gold.
Chilly winter vanished away
Tiny Robin was spotted far,
New life has come today
Windy nights with twinkling star.
Let them be the tiny raindrops
Or mother's love which never betray,
Even the pacifying spring which stops
It happens in real that nothing gold can stay.
By Sneha Tripathy

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