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Sep 30
When I was a young mother

Always think
" I will write future of my children "

As children grew old
All those resolutions fell free

Now
They are grown up

I pray to God
"Hold my children's hand
Keep them on right track
Do what you think is best
I surrender myself"
Written by
Vanita vats
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     Noona and Weeping willow
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