Our Parents'! !
When there is light in our life
We move out from our parents life
When we move out
Our parents have a doubt
Why would we leave their life
Because when our life settles
We don't have to ask for cattle
All people think
That there carrier is the pink
But no 1 tries to think
That our parents are the pink
Who gives us our first seen
But the carrier is unseen
It has not given us light
And our first sight.
poem by MOHAMMED Zuhair
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