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The crazy wild thoughts of a young girl
Would paint her to grey as hot as hell
Till dawn birth new phase called motherhood
Mentality clinch unlikelihood
Of returning back to as it were
Before the balloon was blown to swell
Respect mothers both in light and dark
Try to feel scars and web of stretch marks,
Rags she wears for her kids to look nice
Blooming, embarking on trips called life
Hold her scalp and extra fats she gained
Then you will understand abysmal pain.
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I am astound by its composure; cool, calm and collectedit consumes treasures…On a daily,against it, I betslowly making haybefore the sunsetHey! judge me not,we all…
Wish I knew tricksevading the demisebefore it knocks,it is you I will hide,breaking shadows and scytheright here on earth.I wish I had firsthand informationof He…
Legends add bricks to the wallBut the game has the same ballSeeking virtue, to do moreThan anyone has done before.Ranging from the short and tall,To…
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Thank you dear!!
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You’re welcome!!!
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It’s a nice poem!
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Thank you Ranjani
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