My Daughter, My Daughter, I Know It They Will Sell You Poem by Bijay Kant Dubey

My Daughter, My Daughter, I Know It They Will Sell You



My daughter, lovely daughter, I know it they will sell you,
The pains of making her grow up,
They know it not.

Friday, August 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: art
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