This day belongs to you,
Thoughts coloured well with your memories,
You soar as you can on wings of the supreme,
For you no worries on thr political front,
No worries of price rise and shortage of money,
No more wars and failed peace,
We will falter but you will not.
Help me dear son , to get up ,
And Clear this day.
Affly,
Jayamala.
Thoughts coloured well with your memories,
You soar as you can on wings of the supreme,
For you no worries on thr political front,
No worries of price rise and shortage of money,
No more wars and failed peace,
We will falter but you will not.
Help me dear son , to get up ,
And Clear this day.
Affly,
Jayamala.

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