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Oct 2020
I am sitting
My chin resting on my fist
As I'm sad
I not share my birthday with
Someone who had inspired the world
By his work and his skills.

"What happened?" my father asked
As I told, he just laugh
"I know the one," he said
And placed a mirror, to show me my face.
with whom I share my birthday
Written by
MyReflections  16/M/India
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