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March 29

Canopy had we over our heads,
Shelter, love-showers did not tread,
Wishes were golden, aims so high,
But turned pure gold in bronze, in led

On March 29, 10 p.m.!

Smile remained dancing on face,
Joys, melodies in full pace
Shining shining days and nights,
Grievances could never get traced,

Before March 29, 10 p.m.!

Mourning, sobbing haunt our life,
Removing the woes required hard strife,
Most fragrant flower was dear father,
Busy in sobbing his children and wife!
After March 29, 10 p.m.!

Could life work after 29th,
Could we stop tears from flowing?
Could 29th be avoided at any cost,
Could we sacrifice us to save great father??

Never after March 29 ......

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  • twentytwenty
    May 7

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    Pathetic

    You have successfylly portrayed very sad and pathetic situation. The father's demise is undoubtedly one of the greatest losses