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Jul 2020
The most precious sound to me
is that tune,
The tune...that my mother hums while cooking.
The kitchen looks like the Valley of Flowers
and she...dancing like a butterfly among them.
The euphonious tune fills the enviornment
and leaves me in the peace,
that I long for...
Mama feels like home...actually mama is home!!
Khaab
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Khaab  18/F/I don't know
(18/F/I don't know)   
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     MS Anjaan, Fawn and Imran Islam
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