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Jul 2020
I call your name,
O God’s Gift,
For thee, this is penned.
With indelible ink, on a papyrus paper,
I start these lines.
-Floods of emotions are rocking my heart-
With whys and question marks, I end these lines!
 
Mohammed Arafat
23-07-2020
Mohammed Arafat
Written by
Mohammed Arafat  28/M/Virgina
(28/M/Virgina)   
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