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*Prepared dish by his mother is salty complaining the son Nay aware of the taste of his mother's tears rolling down One who has to hold closer to his heart Sees an enemy even in the shadow of innocent mother Fed him with her unconditional love When he forgets to fill her stomach of hunger In search of an old age home in his busy schedule To dump his mother alike a waste to a garbage bag !*
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
Old Age to Garbage
*Prepared dish by his mother is salty complaining the son Nay aware of the taste of his mother's tears rolling down One who has to hold closer to his heart Sees an enemy even in the shadow of innocent mother Fed him with her unconditional love When he forgets to fill her stomach of hunger In search of an old age home in his busy schedule To dump his mother alike a waste to a garbage bag !*
prathipa-nair
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Jan 25, 2017
Jan 25, 2017 at 9:47 AM UTC
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