" She could no more hear the quarrel
of her sons for their rights upon
material belongings.
Weak and pale, her dead body had a smiling face.
Smile of Departure from the inhuman world"
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HumorThey originate from me. I am their Mother, Father and Guardian. They are part of my imaginative brain. They define my internal opinions. They want to be seen by external world. I pen them. They become recognised. They feel blessed. They are my thoug...
