Pure and original -
My father.
Storehouse of love-
My mother.
Strength of happiness
And distress-
My brother and sisters.
I stood among them
Lack of full knowledge,
And busy in the worthless talk.
Still, our world is
Progressive and
We are all possessive,
And nothing conclusive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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