An Innocent Query

Hey dear mother,  The clothes hanging up high,  Seem to be enjoying more than us.  Don't they look free and relaxed,  Whereas, we are struggling.  Struggling to find a roof over our head,  Call a piece of land as our...

What’s Our Fault

Oh! What was our fault, tell me my mother, That ousted we're , from our country so dear? We didn't ask for fight, nor revolution, Neither power, bloodshed, nor any loss.   All we wanted was, just a peaceful...

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