Father
"Where does the money come from,
Tell me, what is this gift for?
Father dies in the field,
That's when home blooms...?
Nothing comes up again today,
I can't hear the tired father's story again.
Tell me, who made this relation?
Some use people, some think they are fake..?
Divya Karanje
Copyright © Divya karanje | Year Posted 2024
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