Our father is no more,
But we are here
To do his works.
We know, though,
What are his works,
We know, though,
How he was working,
We know, though,
We are not comparable
With him here.
We are here and
Our father is no more.
But for the father
We are fighting
Each other taking plea
Of his name and
Place of residence.
We know, our father is no more.
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