Shayari Bazar

Through my eyes I seeA sanctum,Where there are leaves to lead the way;There the grass needs never cuttingAnd stays groomed everyday.Through my eyes I seeA sanctumThat no one can take away.And through my eyes I see a placeWhere all the kids can play.Through my eyes I seeA sanctumWhere all the days are years;The mommies there will never age,Nor will they cry a tear.I think I’ll call this Mom’s Land,For beyond its flowered wall,The beauty matches only a mother’sAnd that is the most beautiful of all.