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Sunday, December 13, 2009

My Baby

You are still holding my baby,
Your hands lend a caring gesture.
This child across the ocean is a reminder,
Voices across the country destroy.
Give us the money to enjoy and amuse
My baby and me.
My hands are worthy of It,
Yet the country is forced to decline.
Naveed Akram
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