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Oct 2019
In this world of ladder
Made up of daggers
.
O Mother
Smiles, now
Became a false scent
Making me prey
To inciters
.
Stench was made
A delicious feast
.
Sinfulness now disguised
In good virtues
.
O Mother
Please born again
To **** me in your womb.
Ramana Tandra
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Ramana Tandra  50/M/India
(50/M/India)   
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