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Jan 2021
Baby tears in the mother's lap
It cannot be beard in any way
Mother's lap brings peace
In the hearts of all the children.

The child waddle in the mother's lap
Forget to cry all the way.

Come to the mother's lap
We all take shelter.
Hakikur Rahman
Written by
Hakikur Rahman  62/M/Portugal
(62/M/Portugal)   
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