a self composed poem in english please dont copy....:(:(
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Mother ...
A valuable gift from God,
Undefinable gift from God,
I had never thanked her,
She is none other than mom
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bread
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Give them
Serve them also
His stomach also says
Hungry
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Not everyone is rich
I believe this thing
But hunger is theirs too
I have to go this thing
Not rich
Can become rich, heart
Give everybody the bread to the poor
Who was suffering from malnutrition
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They will also be in their lap.
No innocent person would have done
With the lack of a grain,
Will affect their health
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Whatever the heart
Not just a dull dry
That too for taste
Whether he is hungry bread
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Next to the waqt is helpless
He is face to face
Now our turn to do something
Hold their hands
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Stop your trash
Give garibo bread, good food
I started it
I was hearty
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Torn clothes
Broken huts
It will crave for
That's just a piece of bread
Whatever it may be, whatever
Give it to him
Take care of these too
Do yourself ever
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Luck is not like ours
Luck probably rises, lies
But with one of our efforts
They have bread in their hands
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By vikram charan❤