14 August
2014
10:01
-Indu Bala
Singh
O my
son !
When
you were a doll for me
Those days
were bright and sunny
Your
sister wished
You should
not grow
And
I used to
smile on at her innocent thought
Those days
The
beautiful days
Are still
alive in my heart
And
Those days
are the fragrance
Which
boost me in my lonely path .
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