Tuesday, January 31, 2012

Sun was my mother
Green, yellow, white, my color
Said, painful, my feeling
From remote village a man
With His Chopper
He broken me
Hey you man, I was alone
Many years of अ month
A kid comes to me
You alive for ever
You on ever die, never
The tree of the knowledge
My dad earned from you
For paying school
Set front of you, learn, learn, and learn
Unless Support you
Monireh Ghaedi

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