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You are my 'Sonshine'

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I told the breeze, the sun and the stars,
Who is my life and for whom I have come so far.
I live with him, I sleep by his side,
He is the reason, for which I survive.
At times he comes and holds my hand,
Then, I tell him where he should stand.
I will see him sail through and he will shine like the sun,
He is the man I love the most, he is my son.

Dedicated to one of the most beautiful relations - mother and son.
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  1. swatiJuly 12, 2011 at 8:30 PM

    Absolutely true Saru.. You have said it all in few lines..
    Amazing as well as very touching poem.. Just hugged Yash:):)

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  2. रजनीश तिवारीJuly 12, 2011 at 9:37 PM

    beautifully said..

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  3. AnonymousJuly 12, 2011 at 10:52 PM

    Very beautiful.... and such a pure way to portray such a pure and special relationship.

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  4. Blasphemous AestheteJuly 13, 2011 at 4:34 AM

    Beautiful expression from a mother to a sun (son).

    Cheers,
    Blasphemous Aesthete

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  5. Chapters From My LifeJuly 13, 2011 at 5:09 AM

    Awww.. being a mother of most wonderful young man, I can relate so well to that poem

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  6. Spiritual SherpaJuly 13, 2011 at 9:01 AM

    Soulful indeed...the relationship between mothers and progeny is like a prism...radiates many colors..joy, love, sorrow, ecstasy...well written...

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  7. Saru SinghalJuly 13, 2011 at 11:17 AM

    @Swati- You know this is a dedication to you, Navita and Kshama. Glad you like it.

    @Rajneesh Tiwari- Thanks.

    @jojofeelings- Mother-Son and Mother-Daughter are the two relations I admire the most.

    @Blasphemous Aesthete- :) Thanks for admiring the inherent meaning of words.

    @Farila- Thanks, Seen your son's picture, so, I would say most wonderful handsome young man...:)

    @India's no. 1 blog- Nice perspective, thanks.

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  8. UnknownJuly 13, 2011 at 12:33 PM

    wow...beautifully written...:)

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  9. waghJuly 13, 2011 at 1:22 PM

    Wow,beautifully express,very touching


    Prashant and Kshama

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  10. Saru SinghalJuly 13, 2011 at 3:00 PM

    @Wagh- Thanks, it's for you kshama!

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  11. magiceyeJuly 13, 2011 at 9:23 PM

    this is so beautiful

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  12. magiceyeJuly 13, 2011 at 9:32 PM

    thank you Saru for your concern and good wishes on my post. yes, we are safe.

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  13. We CognizeJuly 14, 2011 at 12:01 PM

    nice to read how mothers feel :)

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  14. AngelJuly 14, 2011 at 12:05 PM

    wow! speechless ! having that happiness can't be traded for anything else ..Seems you are a best mommy , hats off for that! Your son so lucky having a great mommy like SAru!!!!

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  15. HarshaJuly 14, 2011 at 12:55 PM

    So beautifully written. A heartfelt post. Simply loved it.

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  16. Sarah malikJuly 14, 2011 at 12:56 PM

    I have always found the mother-son relationship extremely cute and undefinable in mere words. although it goes for all our relations..but there is something more divine in it :)

    sarah

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  17. Saru SinghalJuly 14, 2011 at 2:29 PM

    @Magiceye- Thank you Deepak Sir.

    @We Cognize- :)

    @Angel- Thanks but I'm not a mommy as of yet. Hope my kids feel that I am a nice mommy...:)

    @Harsha- Dedicated it to my friends who have baby boys.

    @subtlescribbler- Rightly said, it's a very divine relationship.

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  18. A FineappleJuly 15, 2011 at 12:45 AM

    aww..!! tht was beautiful.. :)
    i love ur poems.. :) :)

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  19. Saru SinghalJuly 15, 2011 at 10:09 AM

    @Ms. Holla- Thank you...:)

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  20. Harish P IJuly 15, 2011 at 11:01 AM

    Great poem...

    But could not help thinking of a mother and son doing backseat driving in Delhi... :)

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  21. Saru SinghalJuly 15, 2011 at 11:13 AM

    @Harish- Why? A random thought!

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  22. J'DJuly 15, 2011 at 3:34 PM

    Just Awesome... Mother and Child's relations is Purest relation, and will remain forevr.. Lovely...

    http://loveisaspiritualforce.blogspot.com/

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  23. Saru SinghalJuly 15, 2011 at 3:37 PM

    @Jay- Out of hibernation, was waiting for your posts which came today finally. Thanks for the lovely comment

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  24. AnonymousJuly 15, 2011 at 3:59 PM

    Wonderful words! Nothing can express this relationship better than these words. Thanks Saru for putting our feelings in your beautiful words.

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  25. Saru SinghalJuly 15, 2011 at 8:51 PM

    @Anonymous NAVITA- Thanks, I am glad you like it:)

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  26. Anil SawanJuly 16, 2011 at 1:47 PM

    no words! *respects*

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  27. Saru SinghalJuly 16, 2011 at 4:02 PM

    @sawan- Thanks:)

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  28. Nirvaan BaidJuly 18, 2011 at 1:36 AM

    Touché!

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  29. Chandra81July 18, 2011 at 5:24 AM

    Wow. Loved it completely.

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  30. Saru SinghalJuly 18, 2011 at 11:58 AM

    @Nirvaan- Thanks Dear.

    @Chandra81- Thanks for loving it, it's one of my favorites.

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  31. Vikram Waman KarveJuly 19, 2011 at 10:08 PM

    Hi Saru,
    Beautifully expressed. It is true - nothing can surpass the relationship between a mother and her children. I liked this line: "He is the man I love the most, He is my son!!!" All husbands must remember this.
    You write very well and I going to visit your blog for such gems.
    Regards
    Vikram

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  32. Saru SinghalJuly 20, 2011 at 10:37 AM

    @VIKRAM KARVE- Thanks Sir, I am speechless. :)

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  33. Sathish KumarJuly 23, 2011 at 2:56 AM

    Touched....! Really touched, Saru...! Words take me to my Mom who is thousands of miles away...!

    Sathish

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  34. Saru SinghalJuly 23, 2011 at 10:15 PM

    @Sathish Kumar- Thanks Sathish:)

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  35. An Apel a DayJuly 26, 2011 at 5:15 PM

    That is a great poem! We have to think about how blessed we are, or we'd pull our hair out. Truly touched.

    If you have the time: Read a poem I wrote at towards the bottom of this post: http://milkingtheissue.blogspot.com/2011/05/lately-ive-had-hard-time-focusing.html
    My sister just gave birth to a baby boy that is terminal with Trisomy 18. I wrote this poem a long while ago when she lost another baby with Trisomy 18. So far her newest baby is growing and has survived 5 weeks now. Time will tell.

    Thank you for visiting Planet of the Apels!

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  36. UnknownJuly 27, 2011 at 1:10 PM

    I am in love with your writes :)

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  37. Saru SinghalJuly 28, 2011 at 10:27 AM

    @alissa4illustration- Thanks Dear, I read the poem and it was beautiful beyond words.

    @Animesh Ganguly- I am touched...:)

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  38. SangeetaJuly 29, 2011 at 11:40 AM

    Gal your writing is awesome. keep it up

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  39. Saru SinghalJuly 29, 2011 at 10:44 PM

    @Sangeeta- What else to do here? You know how much I admire books and writing. Thanks :)

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  40. UnknownAugust 4, 2011 at 2:03 AM

    super like! simple n short, yet so beautiful!

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  41. Saru SinghalAugust 4, 2011 at 1:43 PM

    @Rohit Sareen- Thanks Rohit and Welcome here!

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  42. Rajendra RaikwarDecember 28, 2011 at 6:05 AM

    nice written........

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  43. AnonymousApril 25, 2013 at 10:55 AM

    So very beautiful!

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  44. Akshay Kumar GApril 25, 2013 at 2:44 PM

    No is no other love quite like a Mother's love for her children. This is so beautiful. I am glad I got to read one of your earlier posts. :)

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