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kajol mahato

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kajol mahato

Others Children

Childhood

Childhood

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Oh my childhood I miss so much,

Innocent heart no worries as such.

The vast open fields beyond the grasses,

Always call me to play after thr classes.

The day I learned riding bicycle,

Went across the river feeling fresh air away from chemical.

The scar on my knees reminds all fall,

I cried aloud then & now remembring that all.


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