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May 12, 2014


Pretending that each day is a mothers day. I do not speak a thousand words to greet what you paved me to be. Neither shall I judge to beg your forgiveness. All I have are these words of mine, to pledge to gift of thine. Accept as they come for they are mine. Here goes.
As shes the earth that reaps life. That nurture wisdom through dire nights. That mother earth was named as thy. While mother nature gives us plied. To salu my mother who is obliged, to lend a hand to innocent cry. O mother of mine you are so right, to ripe my purpose, for me to fly.
 — with Papiya Sengupta.

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