Hiran Fernando Poems

How she pampered … warmed …. tapped me…. in those Cold
nights

Still not known to me….how I was fed… with her weary sleepy
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Victories… wins… warm applauds n applauses I got
Born talents… hidden treasures… traits…. Hey you’ve got a lot
Though you hike along…after all we are left with…a tiny n tiny slot
Bitter as bitter can be…here’s the truth…that you and me often forgot
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