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Mithun Das Poem11

I like to make recipe at home. I like to share recipes with my friends. I am a young Indian writer. I like to write poems and stories.



Mom, there is no one like you, pull me to your chest.

No one wipes my tears with a handkerchief.

Where did my mom leave me?

My life is cut short by hunger.

Alas, mom!

Alas, mom!

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