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Upon Me Why

When i was of two years three months My father was killed in the language disturbance i ask God, my father was neither a being of literature nor he was a famous writer but bad luck inflicted upon me, why?

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Date: 5/22/2012 4:39:00 PM
magnificent expression bl and we can never understand the whys? of life or the reason things happen.. simply luv this one my friend..
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Bl Devnath
Date: 5/24/2012 7:07:00 AM
Many thanks,my friend for your comment, loved always, bl

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