Crystal cliff from the dale of Dhurung, covered with a motherly pad
It was 1986; winter's biting cold hugged the spacious birthing cry
The sweetmeats invited harshly the ominous job suspension letter
Boy child, the Persian moon wandered alone laps to laps opening eye
Started movement of life on the first day of the year as a fad baker
Copyright © MAHTAB BANGALEE | Year Posted 2022
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