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Mother
by
Raghab Nepal
You fed me
ever,
Until I'm grown.
The seed for my prospect,
That you had sown.
Happiness of yours
All you shared.
When I had a cut,
You had more pains.
I regret the days
I made you sad.
On rain or storm
You've held my hand.
Your feel, I have
Shall no one rob
And you are ranked
Above the god.
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