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Oct 2016
But a really dire bitter resentment still stays,
Languishing in my memory are those days,
When she was directionless I guided her,
When she felt loveless I pampered her,
It was when she felt physically unfit,
Then I instilled confidence in her,
My social work's she is an heir.
HP Poem #1204
©Atul Kaushal
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Äŧül  28/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ
(28/M/Kärnāl - Häryāņā - Bhāräŧ)   
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