MOTHER
What should I do?
My land is my birth mark
On my forehead
My mother is my house
How can I leave my
mother?
How can I live
without you!
Trough all your
Ages and sorrows
You have made
Another earth itself
For me to live.
Poetry by anoop.m.r
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Written 2008-06-18 kl 06:57
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