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Mar 2018
You always stun me
When you do not stop me
From wailing
Or shouting
When click sound of your
Metal walking stick stop your
Balance or
When your lips quiver
In hunger
When you stop me from crying
You tend in garden roaming
With bent body
You breath hardy
Sparkle in your eyes
Seeing the rose flower
With the energy you live
You stun me mom
At ninety eight
Written by
Uma natarajan
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