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Nov 2019
Seldom does anyone know
What hurt him and how...

When the warm lights glow
His heart is taking a bow...

Find he does his shoulders low
With mass of the family love...

The father loves the family
Despite all the expectations...

All he expects is family's good
And in their happiness he smiles...
My HP Poem #1792
©Atul Kaushal
Àŧùl
Written by
Àŧùl  33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ
(33/M/Gòràkhpùr - Bháràŧ)   
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   Jayantee Khare
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